MOLLY: *whispers because Evan has fallen asleep and can't hear her* I think I love you.
The corpse of Adam Pascal winces. "Hey! That was my head you just dropped!!!"
"You ARE always cute, just especially do when I'm dizzy." Mark assures detective Green, licking him on the cheek. "YUM!"
Little Collins takes the guitar and hits little Mark over the head with it, breaking the guitar and quite possibly little Mark's head.
Hedwig tilts her head. "Ya know what...I don't think I'm hungry anymore...let's just go home...and...um...yeah."
LITTLE ANGEL: *winces and turns to look at the Corpse of Adam Pascal* Sorry...*hears the sound of the guitar making contact with Little Mark's head and whips back around* COLLINS! HOW COULD YOU?! It's not nice to break other people's things... and Marky could really be hurt!!
((I love Little Angel. Seriously I do. Cutest thing ever.))
((Awww! Thanks! He loves you too!))
LITTLE ANGEL: *to Little Mark* Are you okay?
Roger could honestly careless about Little Mark, and falls to his knees in tears, bemoaning the death of his guitar."NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He sobs. Very overdramatically, angrily, and emo, all the same time. "MY LOVE!!! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME!!!!!" He grabs onto the broken guitar and clutches it to his heart.
"Aww, but look, if we're not careful, Little Mark is going to end up just like you!" Cha-Cha says, looking nervously at Little Mark. Then she grabs a pillow and puts Adam's head on it. "Is that better?"
"Oh, that's the song in the club scene, where Lucy The Slut dances around badly and makes all the guys in the club feel... special." KT explains.
Frank nods. "That's fine. Home is nice. And if I'm going to live with you, I need to put my stuff in."
Green giggles. "I probably taste like bath bubbles... but you do smell amazing..." he muses, taking Mark around the waist and moving his lips to his neck.
LITTLE ANGEL: *cringes* Don't worry, Uncle Roger. You can always get another one....
"A little bit." Adam's head mumbles. "I'd really appreciate it though if you can hand my head back to my body..."
Mark licks Detective Green's cheek again. "No, you just taste like you...and it's my favorite!"
Hedwig smiles, linking her arm with Frank's. "M'kay, let's go get your stuff!"
WILSON: *smiles* Awww, really? Well, I think you're . . . special . . . too. *lays a very . . . special . . . emphasis on the word ^_~)
LI'L MARK: *is unconscious*
NINA: Oh, no! *runs over to Li'l Mark, checks pulse, breathing, etc.* We need to get him to a doctor. *looks at Evan and Richard and makes puppy eyes* Help me?
MOLLY: *hears the commotion going on outside* What the hell is going on? *gets up and is careful not to disturb Evan. Wraps blanket around herself and goes out into the loft* What's going on out here?
NINA: Li'l Collins hit Li'l Mark over the head with Roger's guitar, and I think Li'l Mark has a concussion and he's not waking up!!!
*Angel and Collins magically appear back in the loft*
COLLINS: Holy shit!
ANGEL: Oh my god! What happened??
LITTLE ANGEL: *cries*
((Richard and Evan will appear in my next post...I gotta go to class right now))
MOLLY: Shit that's bad! *runs back into bedroom and starts searching for clothes* *whispers* Where is it? *finally finds her shirt under a desk by the bed* Aha! *goes to stand up and whacks her head on the desk and squeals loud enough to probably wake up Evan*
**A MIMI CLONE APPEARS*
MIMI CLONE: Huh? Where am I? Who are all of these people? *spots Angel* Angel! *runs over to Angel* Oh my god! I'm so confused? Who are all of these people? Where are we? What happened to that kid? Who is this guy you're standing with ?I'm confused, but I'm so glad to see you baby! *kisses Angel passionately*
((Heehee! Yes...this Mimi is from MY fic universe))
EVAN: *whips out cell phone* Hello,911? .......I'm on hold!
COLLINS: That's my line...
JESSE: Mine too...
RICHARD: *to Evan* That's because you dialed 411,smart one.
EVAN: Oh. hehehe...*blushes and dials the right number*
COLLINS/MIMI: *to the Mimi clone* What the-?
ANGEL: *cannot answer Mimi's questions because of the passionate lip lock she has engaged her into*
MIMI: *relinquishes Angel from the lip lock* Damn you're a good kisser! *wraps arm around Angel's waist and turns to Collins* Hi! I'm Mimi, Angel's girlfriend. And you are...?
((This could get interesting!))
THE VOICE OF NINA-MUN: *heals Li'l Mark*
LI'L MARK: *opens his cute li'l eyes and sees Richard* Daddy?
ANGEL: *squeaks and pulls away from Mimi* Mimichica, what are you DOING? I'm with MARKIE, remember?
MARKIE: *stares in astonishment* Wh- You - I - we - you - when - what the?
((Wrong Angel Nina. Mimi was kissing Heather's Angel))
ANGEL: *has mysteriously traded places with Heather's Angel ^_~*
(Okay, okay, I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But it sounded like fun!)
RICHARD: Hey, babe . . . you seem awfully . . . distracted. *runs a hand through Emmy's hair*
((Did you not notice Molly's squealing which was loud enough to wake the soundest sleeper. Question: How angry can the Richard Clone get? And no you did not trade places with Heather's Angel! I specifically wanted it to be Heather's Angel!))
((eep! Sorry! And I told you . . . it was a JOKE, Emmy, chill! As for Richard . . . he's not gonna kill you, but beyond that . . . I can't say much.))
EVAN: *has been busy scrambling out of the bed to hurry to Molly's rescue* Sweetheart . . . what should I do?
RICHARD: *raises an amused eyebrow* Cat got your tongue?
ANGEL: Chica...are you feeling okay? *feels her forehead*
EMMY: I've just been thinking about something. We don't actually know each other very well and I'm not sure I'm ready to go this far with a man I've only just met. You know what I mean?
MOLLY: *sniffles a little and holds her head in pain* Nothing...it just REALLY hurt! *notices Evan's...state of undress and giggles* Evan!*hands him a sheet to wrap about himself* Here ya go darling. *gets up from the floor and sits on the bed* There had been a commotion going on outside, but it sounds like that's over with. Do you want to go back out there or stay in here?
((Awww! He called her sweetheart! That's so sweet!))
RICHARD: Absolutely. We can slow down, I understand. *Offers Emmy his shirt, since hers is pretty much ruined, and kisses the side of her neck*
EVAN: *ignores the sheet, because Molly is hurt and this is the pressing matter* Do you need ice? A heat pack? Should I get you a lime to rub on your forehead? ((random but true: this helps. It also works on migraines.))
NINA: *is happy. Cuddles with Richard Gomez and Evan.*