JESSE: Calm down,Wil. A little bump to the head doesn't make it fatal...
WILSON: BUT SHE'S NOT WAKING UP!!!!! *continues to cry*
MOLLY:*grins* Great! Well umm...do you wanna...you know...go into the other room and talk? Cause it's kinda noisy in here. *notices the source of the noise is KT/KT Clone/Wilson* *runs to Wilson and KT* Dammit Wilson! Get a hold of yourself! *slaps him like they do in the old movies whenever someone becomes hysterical. Turns back to Evan and awaits his answer*
(((Sorry I haven't been on in awhile. Things have been rather hectic around here lately)))
WILSON: *is shocked* B-b-b-but M-M-Molly, she's - she's - *wails and starts right back up again*
KT CLONE: *coos at Wilson and tries to calm him down*
EVAN: *makes for the kitchen, where he waits for Molly*
Little Collins takes Little Angel's hand and leads her over to the EXTREMELY conveniently placed candyland box on the othe end of the room.
He then sits down and tries to explain the game to her.
MOLLY: *rolls her eyes at Wilson and then skips into the kitchen.* So Evan...tell me a bit about yourself.
EVAN: *shifts somewhat uncomfortably because he's shy* Well . . . I've been playing piano for years . . . but I ended up not going to college because of . . . you know . . . *waves hand vaguely because he really doesn't want to go there* but when I got out I got a job at this place as a secretary because I can type really well, and I have my own apartment now, and a cat . . . *blushes heavily because he's probably never said this much in one sitting since he learned how to talk* And that's pretty much it.
LITTLE ANGEL: *is speaking for any Littles and/or Littles at heart who may be interested* Who wants to play Candyland with us?
MOLLY: *is fascinated by Evan* You play piano? *reaches out and gently takes his hand in hers and examines it* You've got great hands. I bet you're really good at the piano. *relinquishes his hand* Awww! You have a kitty cat! What's his/her/it's name?
Green applauds. "Oh, yes! That's a much better version. Although... I didn't appreciate that line about being chubby." He frowns a little, and then reaches for a sponge.
"Really?" Frank asks, peering at the coupon. "Then there's no time to waste! There's free food out there, and we have our right to go demand some." He takes Hedwig's hand, and then uses his freaky psycho Transylvanian powers to suddenly appear at Moondance Diner. "Oh look, we're here!" he says, opening the door for Hedwig.
Roger starts to resent all the attention being put on KT. "This isn't fair! None of you cared when I was all emo, or suicidal, or depressed! What's a person have to do around here to get attention? Faint?"
April nods. "Yeah, that's kind of the point. Do you have a joint?" Then she angrily stomps her foot on the ground. "What the hell? Now I can't stop talking like Doctor Seuss as well! Fuck. Just my luck."
KT begins to mumble, though still hanging limply in Wilson's arms. "I... remember.... there was.... mist....."
((Come on, I was honestly waiting for a Roger-style "KTTTT- EEE-EEE-EEE!" lol))
MIMI: Heheheeeee! *is laughing at April*
JESSE: *decides to comply to the wishes of Chloe-mun* KTTTTTT-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WILSON: KTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! ((Happy?)) *sobs* She's not making any sense!!!
EVAN: *very shyly* I named him Vince . . . after this guy I know . . . *blushes harder than ever*
MOLLY: Awww! That's so cute! Aren't animals great? I have a dog named Arthur. He's a boxer, and he's adorable. He's the best dog ever. I think life would be so dull and uninteresting without pets, don't you think?
EVAN: *blushes even more, if such a thing is possible* Vince is great. He's really something else.
MOLLY: What kind of cat is he?
EVAN: *blinks and is confused; thinks hard* Wait. Wrong Vince, nevermind. I don't know. I got him from a shelter. He likes potato chips, though.
MOLLY:*comprehension dawns* Oh...I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you were with someone. *unconciously takes a step back and goes folds her arms into a defensive stance*
EVAN: *looks unhappy and embarrassed* I'm not. He - he's straight.
MOLLY: *flustered and becoming slightly angry* Ok, but obviously you're interested in him. Please answer me honestly Evan; are you gay?
"Awww..." Mark pouts, looking at Detective Green. "I'm sorry... I wasn't calling YOU chubby, it was just part of the song."
Hedwig gets all wide eyed. "Wooooah Frank, how did you do that?"
EVAN: *looks even more unhappy and embarrassed than ever; sniffles* I don't know. I mean - well - I - *looks ready to cry* I've never really, you know, liked *anybody* until I met Vince, so I don't know if I really like him or not because I don't know what it's like to really like somebody that way! *tears well up* And I don't actually meet a whole lot of people, because people are usually really uncomfortable around me so I just stay at home . . . *looks down at the table* I'm sorry . . .
MOLLY: *softens* I'm sorry Evan. I shouldn't have gotten so defensive. It's just...well...*uncomfortable* I really like you, and the thought that you might be gay made me really upset. Because if you were gay, there wouldn't even be the tiniest bit of hope that you might someday like me. But I want you to be happy, and if that's with *cringes slightly* Vince, well then, that's the best thing. Although, I should point out to you that you have one of your facts wrong. Not everyone is uncomfortable around you. *becomes bold and steps closer to him and smiles* I'm not uncomfortable around you...
EVAN: *flinches, because he's not used to people getting anywhere near him, and sniffles again* You're one of the only ones, then . . . the only reason I know Vince at all is because I helped his girlfriend carry some groceries once . . . because we don't have an elevatorin our building . . . she found out who I was and freaked out, but I guess he thinks I'm okay . . . *shrugs* It doesn't matter.
MOLLY: It matters to me. Obviously this person makes you happy, and it's important to me that you're happy. Evan, you're an amazing, sweet, generous, kind, and compassionate man. You're a great guy, and I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. Any man or woman should consider themselves lucky to be with you. *casts eyes down and blushes* I know I would...
EVAN: *sniffles* Thanks. But really - it doesn't matter. He's straight. And I doubt he'd want anything to do with me *that* way even if he wasn't . . . *pause* You're pretty amazing to still be sitting here, you know that?