They're fabulous, utterly fabulous, and both of them are being themselves. Justin is sprawled in a blue caftan, which he's made even more groovy with a blue wig to match and flawless make-up. His heels are hanging on his toes as he shakes one foot in the air, while the other is tucked under Belize. Perhaps because Justin is allowing himself more
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Cathy is just coming in with a cup of tea and her journal, hoping for a space in which to edit her novel, when she spies the couple on the couch. She'll stop in her tracks and stare, blinking, not sure what she's seeing. Are these gentlemen or ladies? Is the one with the blue wig an actress or a circus performer?
She likely looks baffled, but there's an innocence to the bafflement.
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He's got a Justin. Life is good.
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at Belize's lips, nibbling at the bottom one once more before pulling back and glancing in Cathy's direction. "Baby, we've got company," he whispers.
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He'll glance at the gawking girl, and raise an eyebrow.
"Something wrong, baby doll?"
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In a word: Awk-wurrrrd....
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"Come on, pretty face, relax!" he coaxes. "It's love. Nothing wrong with love, is there?"
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Belize notes the girl's clothes, the way she speaks, and sighs.
"She's probably Victorian," he whispers to Justin.
"... do you realize how offensive that is, what you just told us, honeybun?" he asks the girl. "How is our being happy together actually hurting anyone?"
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Sorry she's being horrid. I actually feel a bit nervous writing this... Ain't you guys. just a side-effect of some incidents with some fan misbehavior elsewhere.
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