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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.

[somany_stars]

I just refuse to be an exhibitionist.

[abigqueen]

Oh, please. You just delight in depriving the world of hot naked Perry.

[notsincecarrie]

Oh, my virgin ears!

[somany_stars]

Yeah, right. And nobody has the rights to hot naked Perry except you, Arthur.

[abigqueen]

*moves closer and slips an arm around Perry* You'll hurt their feelings.

[somany_stars]

So what? *reciprocates the gesture*

[abigqueen]

You can't just go around hurting people's feelings. What if everyone did that? *aww, snuggly!*

[somany_stars]

That's why we have you to balance things out.

[abigqueen]

Uh-huh.

[somany_stars]

I can't be nice. I don't want to be nice.

[abigqueen]

*fondly and apropos of nothing* I love you.

[somany_stars]

I love you, too. I'm sorry I can't be nice.

[abigqueen]

I don't really care if you don't want to run around naked.

[somany_stars]

I know. I meant--all the time.

[abigqueen]

I really don't care if you don't want to run around naked all the time. *tugs him a little closer* And I know.