The corpse of Adam Pascal shrugs. "Nah', it's okay, I haven't got any nerve endings anymore, remember?" And with that he takes his head and tosses it over at little Angel. "Catch!"
"Awwww...." Hedwig sniffs, tears welling up in her eyes as well. "Of course you can stay with me forever!"
Mark laughs loudly, falling into Detective Green's arms. "I'm DIZZY!"
And Little Collins steals Roger's guitar...because he's badass like that
Roger leaps off the table, his long rocker hair flapping dramatically as he falls and then runs after Little Collins. "HEY, BRAT! YOU COME BACK HERE WITH THAT RIGHT NOW! DON'T MAKE ME FLUSH YOUR UNDERWEAR DOWN THE TOILET!!!"
Frank smiles and pulls Hedwig to him closer. "This is such an unusually kind thing... I don't know what to say..."
Green supports Mark and pushes him back on his feet, though still holds onto him. "I told you that spinnin was a bad idea. Now if you're too dizzy, I'm gonna make you rest on the couch."
LITTLE ANGEL: *giggles and catches it* Here,Cha Cha....catch! *throws it to Cha Cha. Then notices Roger chasing Little Collins* What's going on? Are you playing tag?
"You don't need to say anything honey." Hedwig smiles, kissing Frank's cheek.
"I dun wanna rest on the couch." Mark whines, falling back onto Detective Green. "Hey!" he giggles. "You're really cute when i'm dizzy!"
Little Collins sticks his tongue out at Roger. "Well too bad for you, cuz I'm not even wearing any underwear!"
WILSON: *glances at KT*
KT CLONE: *glances at Wilson*
KT CLONE AND WILSON (And possibly KT, but Nina-mun wouldn't know): *break into song*
I'm not wearing underwear today,
No I'm not wearing underwear today
Not that you probably care
Much about my underwear
Still none the less I gotta say
That I'm not wearing underwear today!
KT CLONE AND WILSON: *break into a snicker-fit*
CHLOE-MUN: *decides that KT joined in singing too, because that song was exactly what Chloe-mun was thinking of too. :)*
KT also happens to know what part comes next. Eyeing Wilson, she starts humming, "Do you wanna feel... special...?"
"Oh, fine then! Be that way, you smelly kid!" Roger shouts, still running after Little Collins. "Huh? What? No, this isn't tag! This a matter of injustice-- this is a matter of a stolen guitar! You know... I'll just flush you in the toilet if I have to... get over here!" Roger lunges at Little Collins.
Cha-Cha catches Adam's head, but takes a good look at it and is thoroughly grossed out. She tosses back to Little Angel. "You know... maybe I'll watch. I don't think I wanna play this game anymore." Then she gasps. "Oh, I know! The fact that your head can detatch from your body would be so handy for me to practice my makeup..."
Green pouts. "I thought I was always cute. In the bathtub, in the bedroom, in the police car. But I'm just glad to know you being dizzy doesn't alter your mind too much."
"Then I won't. Besides the obvious fact that I'm talking right now," Frank says, kissing Hedwig back. "Well... I still have to take you to that dinner I promised you ages ago."
((CHLOE-MUN: *leaves for long three day showchoir competition))
LITTLE ANGEL: *catches it,tosses it to The Corpse of Adam Pascal, then tilts his head at Roger and Little Collins in a curious manner*
WILSON: *totally did not pay attention to that part of Avenue Q, because his mun has never seen it and this gives her an excuse for Wilson to not know what the hell Chloe-mun is talking about* Babe? What's that song?
LI'L MARK: *is in Li'l Collins' way, and is collided with. Starts to cry.*
NINA-MUN AND HER CHARACTERS: Break a leg, Chloe-mun!
LITTLE ANGEL: Oh my goodness! *drops the ball and runs over to Little Collins and Little Mark* Are you guys okay??
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?