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[inbarrels]

/Alright, enough sitting around in his room and reveling in happy Tulio. Miguel had to get out and see to some Serious Miguel Business. It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do -- he still had a few issues with the way the whole thing had begun in the first place -- but that had nothing to do with poor Chel. And who else could she talk to

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[princess_arista]

A-Ah! Miguel! [She just happened to open the door to the stairs and there was her music buddy! It feels like it's been AGES since they talked! Her depressed look instantly brightened as she bounced over to him in her little red sundress and bare feet.]

Where have you been?! Gosh, it's been forever!

[inbarrels]

Ah! If it isn't the lovely Miss Arista!

/he laughs, bounding to meet her halfway/ Much better, thank you very much! In full possession of my memories, for one. And you?

[princess_arista]

That's great! I was wondering how you were doing I just never got around to actually asking you about it. Sorry.

Horrible! This year has been just plain AWFUL and everyday I think about going back home more and more! [She cheek-puffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, her eyes closed with an irritated -- yet cute -- look on her face.]

Hey! If you have time do you want to make some music together? I could really use a pick-me-up.

[inbarrels]

No worries, lovely lady. I've had my hands full these last few weeks as it was, what with summer approaching. /he gave her a wink./

/Oho~ Make music? 83/

I can't think of anything I'd enjoy more.

[princess_arista]

[She looked oblivious to the wink, she had no idea what he was implying. Derp derp.] THANK you. Hey! Maybe you can teach me how to play yours? I've never tried strings before.

[inbarrels]

/A good man never lets that get him down. He smiles amiably and pulls his mandolin off of his shoulder/ Of course! Anything in particular you're interested in playing?

[princess_arista]

Anything happy. I'm so tired of being in this funk. [She stepped forward to hook her arm around his, almost about to drag him down the stairs and outside before she stopped with a blink.]

Oh. Wait. Were you going somewhere?

[inbarrels]

Oh? What's caused this dreadful funk, my dear? /he gave her arm a little squeeze/

I was! To visit a friend of mine, actually. I hadn't seen her in a bit.

[princess_arista]

My boyfriend. He broke up with me. Or at least I guess he did. He stopped talking to me. Either way I'm pretty sure it's over. [She leaned against him a bit, pouting.]

Oooh? Which friend?

[inbarrels]

/wraps an arm consolingly around her shoulder, a concerned frown firmly set/ More the fool, he. What kind of idiot would break it off with someone as lovely as you?

Chel! Are you two familiar with each other?

[princess_arista]

I dunno. Same type of idiot that broke up with me before him? I've been through two now, Miguel. Back at home? I broke up with the boys. Here? [She dived her hand down, and made a splashing noise.]

Chel? Yeah! Duh! I live with her!

[inbarrels]

That is an absolute shame. Obviously not good enough for you. Who was it you were seeing?

Ah! I'm terrible with remembering rooms.

[princess_arista]

Well FIRST I was seeing Lumiere, then he had to go back to France. THEN I was seeing Quasimodo who's ALSO from France. Maybe I should just stop dating French guys?

[inbarrels]

/chuckles/ That may be a wise move.

[princess_arista]

So where are YOU from? [She winked, turning on the flirt in a instant~]

[inbarrels]

/and look at that smile he has/ Why, I happen to hail from Spain. Not France.