// soft sound //

/shrugs a shoulder/ True, true. Guess Starbuck’s is good. /smiles slowly/ Sounds perfect.

Alright then. There it is, just a block away. //smiles// What books are you planning to buy?

/rolls eyes/ Tasting is involved in eating, and I’m hungry. /looks around/ Anywhere cheap?

//laughs// Suuuure. //frowns// This is New York, innit? I don’t think ‘cheap’ is in this city’s vocabulary. Starbucks? //smiles// Then a quick run to the nearest bookstore, then back to camp. Sounds good?

/blushes; blinks/ You talk a lot. Also, don’t say the word “taste”. I’m hungry now.

Because that’s one of the two things my mouth’s good for. //smirks// What’s wrong with the word “taste”? Also, where do you want to go for breakfast? //smiles//

/nods/ Well said, sir. /raises a brow/ Oh, so you didn’t mean it? Hm? /glares/ Yeah, you were my first kiss. Big deal. It’s not like I was waiting for it or anything.

I mean what I say, I just don’t really mean to say them, especially not at those points in time. It’s alright, though, I got used to it. //half-smiles// Yeah, but still, I tend to say that all the time to girls whose first kisses I’ve taken. I don’t know, it just feels right, I guess. I still treat first kisses as kind of sacred of some sort. To be able to taste someone’s lips like that, knowing that no one else has gotten that privilege, that you’ve never shared that taste, that feeling, that emotion with anyone else in the world -- that’s pretty huge.

A fucking good time is all I want. /grins; rolls eyes/ Your dad sure knows when to butt in then. /bites her lip/ Y– yeah. 

Good. //smiles// You know I can’t stand being in just one place. I love adventures. And they’re better spent with the right people. //groans// It’s kind of annoying, really. People think I mean to say things like that, but I really don’t, but apparently, some girls like it when you flirt with them or something. //chuckles// Really? Never been kissed? Until that one on top of the building parallel the sunrise? It’s an honour, then.

Okay, okay. You’re, uh, you’re cool. And cute. And probably the first guy that has actually paid attention to me. There. /shrugs a shoulder; nods/ Oh, he’s won my heart already. /moves closer/ Can I kiss you now?

Really? With a face like yours? Oh, well, you’re right, I am cute and cool. //laughs// I’m joking, kind of. //smiles// And I guess that’s why I like you. I didn’t think I’d get over the most important relationship I’ve ever had but you did. You understand me a lot. //chuckles// Oh, wow, you’re being an eager beaver again. Sure, love, anytime.

/furrows brows; pouts even more/ That’s not fair. It’s… embarrassing. /nods/ I figured you’d say that. /sighs/ If you were a Tellytubby, you’d be my favorite.

Come on, no it’s not. It’s just me. You can tell me anything. You know I love to talk as much as I don’t. //chuckles// Oh, wow. Dark, brooding, mysterious Tellytubby who shows Quentin Tarantino movies on its telly belly?

Depriving me of food? Oh, that’s low, even for you. /smirks/ Although the snogging doesn’t sound too bad. /blinks/ You sure like talking about art. But duh, why wouldn’t you? /laughs/ He’s cool, too. Poe was just cuter.

Anything to get those answers, love. //chuckles// Oh, you like them, don’t you? Alright, no breakfast, no snogging until you tell me. Please, tell me why you like me. //laughs// Of course; Art’s all I’ve done. It’s all I keep doing. Whatever form of it pleases me. //smiles// If I were a Tellytubby, I’d be jet black. Maybe a matte black Tellytubby.

You– /blinks/ What? /blinks again/ No. /laughs/ Look what you’ve done. People are staring. /frowns; nods/ Yeah, I didn’t peg you as the Broadway type but it’s cool. /bites her lip/ Poe. Definitely Poe.

We’re not going to have breakfast until you tell me because I’ll either be tickling you or snogging you to get the answers out. //grins and shrugs// Well, I like Broadway. It’s not much of a love like the music I listen to or the ones I make, but Broadway is an art, not so much about the industry either, and I think that’s good that they’re preserving Broadway traditions and culture, you know. //raises a brow// You don’t like the queer, purple one? What’s his name -- Tinky Winky?

/leans in closer/ You’re going to have to force them out of me because I’m not telling you. /raises a brow/ I didn’t know you liked Broadway. /points at him/ Hey, don’t make fun of them. That was my favorite show before.

Fine. //sighs and pouts// Please tell me. //kisses her// Will you tell me now? //kisses her again// What about now? I’m just saying, we’re in public, and if you honestly don’t want to be humiliated by people seeing you being snogged by a man out in the open, I suggest you tell me. //kisses her again and laughs into the kiss// Yeah, I like Broadway. I like musicals. It’s not obvious, though, is it? I don’t know, I just think that their productions still have that kind of art that people need, and every musical embodies a whole montage of emotions. I like them, they amuse me. //chuckles// Which one was your favourite Tellytubby then?

I don’t think so. /furrows brows/ Of course I’ve seen the movie. I don’t live under a rock. /squints/ Is that why they’re called Tellytubbies?

//steps out of the building// Mhm, yes, I think so. You should tell me. //smiles// Good. If there are any good Broadway shows soon, I’ll take you. //frowns// Now that I think about it, it may be the case. Doesn’t explain why they look like colourful mutant monkeys, though.

/chuckles/ Well, there are tons of reasons why I agreed but I won’t get into that. Tell me more, tell me more.

//raises a brow// Oh, really? Pray, tell. //smiles// You sound like those people singing Summer Nights from Grease. Have you seen that on Broadway yet? Or the movie at least? //laughs// Ah, well, we call the ‘television’ a ‘telly’.

/rolls eyes/ First of all, you are so full of it. Second, you think so? /laughs along/ To be completely honest, I don’t mind it. I’m pretty sure my dad doesn’t mind it either. /squeezes his hand/ Brekkie’s a funny word. 

That was really cheesy. /turns her head to the side; sneezes/ I hope you don’t mind having a girlfriend with an eternal cold because, like I said, this is your fault. 

That’s going to wear off soon because your system’s going to get used to having an amazing, funny, witty, smooth, charming, musically talented, fashionable boyfriend. //laughs then groans// You know I hate it when the cocky Apollo side in me shows through. //starts walking// Come on, let’s have a good brekkie and an aromatic spot of coffee.