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[theplaymaker]

See, in my version of the events, they had already picked me out because of my brilliance. You were just the bonus because of how nice you looked on my piano.

[She doesn't mind at all, just leaning against him and feeling quite relaxed herself.]

Sure. I'm sure no one will notice.

[choreographics]

I do look best stretched out...[He just gently headbutts her.]

...Kels?

[theplaymaker]

Hm?

[choreographics]

[He doesn't speak again for a moment, just cuddling closer.]

...I really wish I could be in love with you instead.

[theplaymaker]

Oh, I don't. You're way too high maintenance for me.

Stick to your guys. Or one of them, anyway.

[choreographics]

[BURROWING. And grumbling.] Bitch, I am trying to be romantic. [But his tone's still pretty light. He's clearly kidding.]

...I still don't know what I'm going to do about Chad if I have to see him. But I guess I'll figure that out then, huh?

[theplaymaker]

Guess so. Don't let him kiss you this time?

[She's playing with his hair and grinning.]

We should watch Hairspray.

[choreographics]

I'm not letting anyone's lips near mine except yours, how about that? [But he's grinning, finally letting her go to sit up.]

We should watch Hairspray. We should watch Hairspray, eat ice cream, and celebrate the fact that we're amazing.

[theplaymaker]

Sounds like not a lot of action, mostly.

[She moves to lean against the bed, gesturing vaguely in the direction of his DVDs before reaching for the ice cream.]

Hop to it.