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[pen taps after he's finished doodling all over the place; then a pause and a recorded gasp as he realizes he's been sitting in a completely different room for the past 10 minutes] ... Holy crap. Where the hell am I?! [sound of hurried footsteps as he goes to look outside his window]

((ooc: I'm back! In time for this plot :D Also, these lovely doodles were made by my boo Emmy ♥ Also I forgot that the plot began at midnight LMAO))

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[heh heh, opens the door and waits for her :)]

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Way above my standards, that's for sure. [gives her butt a squeeze as she walks past him] Hey, what's it feel like, being depowered?

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How about we shave off a bit of that edge? Heh............. [walks over to the kitchen]

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I hope so. [grabs a mug from one of the cupboards and :D fills it up with tap water. PUTS IT IN THE MICROWAVE AND SETS THE TIME]

I wish kid-sized soothers existed, sometimes.

[leans against the counter and opens his arms, beckoning her] Sooo, are you just a rich bum, or do you actually have work to do?

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... What? What was that? [traps her in his arms.]

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What?! H -- how are you an artist, and I'm stuck -- [glances around the room wildly because he can't find the right word]

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[shakes his head] No, you won't. You're a decent artist, Donna -- why don't you set up your photographs, though? [SMILES ENCOURAGINGLY :D

The microwave beeps]

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[isn't too upset 8( understands that it's the castle's fault... he can only produe 2/3 of his work, anyway, so...]

You should go. Would it be suspicious if a scrub like me showed up?

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No, you're not getting out of this! [tightens his arms around her] I want to come. I mean it when I say that your work impresses me, Donna. Can't I be happy for you? It's not a competition.

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[JUST GRINS... SMUGLY. KEEPING HIS ARMS AROUND HER, even as she pushes at his chest. Laughs a little, but quietly] My nicest clothes are my bartender ones...

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[laughs some more, tensing his arms and pushing her to his chest, forcing her into a hug, basically.]

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[...releases her

if she falls... back he'll grab her wrist and probably fall with her because he's a dumbass]

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[No... I didn't. But he scrambles to not like squish her since she's like depowered] Oh!! Sorry --