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[notsincecarrie]

*he is short, balding, heavyset, looking older than he should. he enters singing. it is a pleasant voice, if nothing special* "How do you do, Miss Pratt, how do you do? I'm just fine, Miss Pratt, how are you?" That's from Seventeen. A forgotten musical that opened in 1951 and ran 182 performances at the Broadhurst Theatre. It starred Kenneth

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[abigqueen]

Buzz! *smiles, though there's a tinge of worry to it* It's good to see you. But I'm afraid I haven't seen James or John.

[notsincecarrie]

Hey, good to see you too! *smiles back* Well. Can't have everything, I guess.

[abigqueen]

He wouldn't want to be away from you. He'll show up eventually.

[notsincecarrie]

Aw, such a romantic!

[abigqueen]

You sound surprised.

[notsincecarrie]

Who, me? Never. I've seen it all!

[abigqueen]

*shakes his head* It's got to be bad that I'm unsure if I should blush or not.

[notsincecarrie]

Oh, I didn't mean you. Though come to think of it, I have.

[abigqueen]

And before you think about saying anything, I'll remind you that the seeing was mutual.

[notsincecarrie]

You think I have any shame left? Please.

[abigqueen]

Point. Hey, I think I saw a lake on our way in. That was about when Perry said "No way in hell."

[notsincecarrie]

*laughs* He would.

[abigqueen]

Ladies and gentlemen, my boyfriend the prude.

[notsincecarrie]

He didn't used to be so bad. What have you done to him?

[somany_stars]

Hey. I am not a prude!

[abigqueen]

*a slightly mischevious grin that looks ridiculous on Arthur* What do you call it then?