33 Apocalypse Ave., Jack's Room, Friday Evening
After that delightful werewolf singalong, Jack went back to his room. He planned to lie on his bed with his eyes closed and concentrate very hard on not singing anything.
He succeeded on the lying down with his eyes closed. He failed on not singing.
"You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... "
[OOC: For one, please!]
He succeeded on the lying down with his eyes closed. He failed on not singing.
"You won't admit you love me.
And so how am I ever to know?
You only tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
A million times I ask you,
And then I ask you over again.
You only answer
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps... "
[OOC: For one, please!]