[He's laying out in the middle of the floor of the studio, playing Ella Fitzgerald on the speakers, hands clasped on his stomach. His expression's unreadable, most of his face is hidden behind big, dark glasses. He only stirs a little bit when Marron enters, sitting up on his elbows to peer at him.]
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[ooc: actionspam?]
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[ooc: Certainly! But if this lasts until midnight, Marron is suddenly going to be wearing a dress~]
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Marron?
[ooc: Machi's v. openminded. >>; ]
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I think I'm cursed. The dress suddenly appeared on me as I arrived.
[ooc: Marron just sighs. ^^']
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You remind me of my siren...
[He sits up, cross-legged.]
Thank you for coming.
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[He lowers himself to the floor next to him.]
And you're welcome.
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Have you ever had a boyfriend, Marron? Or a girlfriend if that's what you like?
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No. I haven't had either one.
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[He slides his fingers along the wood grain of the floor, inscrutable behind his sunglasses.]
He went away, even though he said he wouldn't leave me. Everyone goes away. Maybe you too. My heart hurts.
I can't even compose.
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