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week 7; curfew

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You want to duet with me?

I don't sing.

[ he edges further from the karaoke machine like he can be bullied into this ]

So? I think that's the point of this. You get to sing badly while a bit drunk and it's fun.

How would that be fun.

[ to an introvert, karaoke is just torture ]

If this was your last night on this earth, what would you be doing?

Definitely not karaoke. [ first of all. but also he looks like he truly has no idea what the real answer is and it's tragic that he is thinking this hard about it ]

[ oh! claude interjects and molly immediately holds out both hands. dance! dance right now. ]

That's not-- there were circumstances. And there's no space here.

[ wincing because the SECOND he said that he was getting trapped ]

[ pushing one of the tables to the side? get over here? ]

This is actually the thing I want to spend my last night alive doing!

[ ... reluctantly walking over. he's danced in heels and a dress in public he cannot pretend he is above this ]

One. That's all I'm doing.

He prefers dancing. And he's quite good at it too!

What about you?

I do love a good feast...

[ BUT HE CAN'T EAT ]

No taste at all?

Just goes right through me, I'm afraid.

Shut up.

[ WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT!! ]

[ hehe ]

You're charming.

You're a pain.

You mentioned that before.

I stand by it.

[ clutches his chest ]

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