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[alt_hulk]

[For some people, the trip to L.A. was a learning experience, exposing the castle residents to all-new cultures. Teddy Altman was one of these. So intrigued was he by the culture of modern-day California that he has felt the need to mimic it, to understand it

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[bluespells]

[Standing at the door and watching.

And watching.

And wondering 'why the hell am I dating you, you dork?']

[alt_hulk]

[Teddy, meanwhile, is oblivious to everything that is not Gaga.

He's Gaga for Gaga.]

[bluespells]

[Well, thought Billy, at least he looks good dancing around in his underwear.

And his taste in music wasn't totally horrible, either.]

[alt_hulk]

[He should know this already, though.

Teddy keeps singing, dancing around in a little circle. IT WON'T BE LONG NOW]

[bluespells]

[Silent. Like a ninja.

But wondering if he should get a video camera.]

[alt_hulk]

[Maybe. But do it quickly.]

[bluespells]

[nahhh. That would mean taking his eyes away from...

whatever this is.

Maybe this is why they didn't move in together straight away?]

[alt_hulk]

[Yes.

Probably.

Maybe?

Anyway, the end is coming up...]

[bluespells]

[Big finish.

Waiting.

Trying not to laugh.

and failing.

[alt_hulk]

[OHSHI--]

Billy?

[bluespells]

Hey.

[alt_hulk]

Uh.

How long have you...?

[bluespells]

Long enough.

[alt_hulk]

[Ted facepalms, looking heartily embarrassed.]

Well, I guess if you're still here, it doesn't mean that you want to leave me for my music taste.

[bluespells]

No, but maybe for your dancing.

[alt_hulk]

Would it make any difference if I said this is how my people dance?