JONATHAN: Ok so...are Wilson and Mark next?
***IN THE CLOSET***
COLLINS: *groans* Dang,girl! Where'd you learn that?
ANGEL: *giggles* Lets just say I know you better than you know yourself...OH GOD! Collins,honey...!
COLLINS: Yes? *chuckles*
ANGEL: *bites lip* Don't stop...
***IN THE KITCHEN***
MIMI: *looks around*....Where's Angel,chica? She and Collins are supposed to help me make dinner...
*banging sounds are coming from the closet* ;)
"Oh... well, okay then," KT says, giving another sympathetic glance at Nina lying unconscious. "Where'd you learn about all of that?" she asks Wilson.
"Hmmmm?" Green mutters, much too preoccupied with his tongue in Mark's mouth. "Oh... uh, well, the answer was my mouth. Uh. You know. 'Cause I have peppermints and then we were French kissing, so then you got to taste peppermints and... yeah. I guess that was kind of lame. Sorry 'bout that. I never had too much fun things going on before I met you. Everything was always real serious business."
"Is that a promise?" Frank asks, kissing further down Hedwig's body. "Because I just love the smell of sex and wild passion mixed with violence."
"Sure your adult self is!" says Roger, refusing to be outsmarted by a little kid. "'Cause he already is! So... so there! Why don't you just do something appropriate for your age, like take a nap or something?
April hears the banging sounds and smirks. "Ooh! Sounds like someone's back having fun in the closet!" she giggles, wandering over to Mimi. "I'll help make dinner with you! Roger's being a retard again."
WILSON: From Anthony.
ANTHONY: What the hell? Stop trying to blame everything on ME, man!
WILSON: You're the self-proclaimed pervert.
ANTHONY: You're a pervert too. You just haven't self-proclaimed yourself because you're ashamed of it.
NINA: *is unconscious*
RODNEY: All right. Wil, Markie, come on.
LI'L WILSON: NO! *runs away*
LI'L MARK: *quietly submits to being led to his doom . . . er, the bath*
JONATHAN: *catches Little Wilson in his arms and picks him up. With great difficulty he tries to carry the squirming tyke downstairs*
****IN THE KITCHEN***
MIMI: *breathes a sigh of releif* Thank you! Could you put the turkey in the oven while I start on the potatoes?
***IN THE CLOSET***
ANGEL: Whew! That was really something!
COLLINS: You know it babe...*tries the doorknob* Hey...! It's stuck!
ANGEL: Oh dear...it's gonna be ok,honey...
COLLINS: Oh shit! *is panicing,starts pounding on the door* HEEEELP!! I CAN'T BREATHE!! THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN!!!
ANTHONY: *raises eyebrow, walks to closet, and opens door* Can't you two get a room or something?
RODNEY: *pops Li'l Wilson in the bathtub*
LI'L WILSON: *stops fighting as soon as there's water he can play in*
LI'L MARK: *sits quietly until Li'l Wilson splashes him* Hey! *starts to cry* What was that for?
LI'L WILSON: *shrugs* Because.
COLLINS: *is lying on the floor,gasping for air. Twitching ever so often.*
JONATHAN: *comforts Little Marky*
"Yep," says April, reaching for the turkey before going over toward the oven and opening it. "I just hope Collins doesn't get too upset about Thanksgiving this year. This one time, he was on a hard-core vegetarian road, and he almost threw our turkey out the window before launching into his anarchist rant. Roger was sobbing, because he was just really hungry and... oh, look, uh, there's Collins over there... Hey, Collins. Have fun in that closet?"
KT giggles and wraps her arms around Wilson again. "It's okay, Wilson. We all know how perverted and sexual you are anyway, so you might as well just be open about it. It's already obvious as it is, with all your impromptu dirty jokes."
"Cross my heart." Hedwig replies, nipping playfully at Frank's neck.
Mark moans softly and starts swirling his tongue around with Detective Green's.
"NO HE ISN'T!" Little Collins screams, kicking Roger in the shin. "And I'm NOT going to take a nap!!"
COLLINS: Yeah until it locked on us! Then the walls started to close in...
ANGEL: *pats his head* Come on,let's go help them make dinner. Cooking will make you feel better. *sits down at the table and begins to help Mimi peel potatoes*
COLLINS: *sniff* I smell...meat...
MIMI: *rolls eyes*
MARK: That's enough, Tommy. *pulls him off Roger and sets him on the coffee table*
WILSON: *shrugs and gives one of those "you-gotta-love-me-I'm-cute" smiles* Sorry.
ANTHONY: *rolls his eyes*
RODNEY: Wilson, that wasn't nice. Now say you're sorry.
LI'L WILSON: *pouts and is intolerably cute* Sorry.
LI'L MARK: *sniffles*
***ON THE ROOF***
JESSE: *has never slept with a corpse before so he is slightly nervous*
"No, you don't, Collins. You smell potatoes," April insists. "But, in the event that you were to smell meat... like, say, a turkey, I'll just remind you that this is NOT a meeting of PETA, okay?"
"OHHHH!" Roger yells, clutching his leg and rubbing at it violently. "That wasn't very nice! What'd you just put him on the table for, Mark? That behavior deserves punishment." Roger then turns around and whines, "Collllllins.... your younger self just kicked me, and it still hurts! I'm going to have a big bruise all over my shin!"
"And stab it with an arrow," Frank says, rubbing his hand over Hedwig's heart while giggling as Hedwig nips at him."Only figuratively, of course, darling. But we can go stab someone else later if you feel like it."
Green has developed a new favorite pasttime: having Mark's tongue in his mouth and sticking his own in Mark's mouth. As he continues to do so and embrace Mark, he thinks he could do this just about all day.
"It's fine," KT nods, hugging him again and ignoring Anthony. "So, perverts. What do you suppose we go do now?" she asks, looking longingly over toward the bedroom.