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Blaine had half a mind to just not turn up to work today. And how could anyone blame him? He’d just broken up with Brittany and cried himself to sleep on Kurt’s couch not 24 hours ago, and people really expected him to be all smiley and happy around a bunch of six year olds for eight hours? While his brother was there? On Mother’s Day? No thank you. He hadn’t even eaten today, yet, anyway, and he was starving. So, when he saw Cooper hanging around the Little Mermaid attractions on his way into work, Blaine spun around and retreated in the other direction. Walking through Disneyland was bringing childhood memories flooding back into his mind, remembering numerous occasions when his mother would bring Cooper and him down to Anaheim /just/ to spend the weekend at this magical place - almost every single time their father went on a business trip, now that he thought about it. He then spotted the section of the park where he knew the Tarzan scene was located and decided to have a quick peak at what Finn was up to, since he still had about 20 minutes before his own shift started (no, he wasn’t /actually/ planning to skip work - he was sure Supervisor Sam already disliked him for the Broadway thing and Blaine did not want to add fuel to that fire). He was mostly curious about Finn’s Tarzan costume, since he’d been complaining about how revealing and scanty the little piece of cloth was. Upon laying eyes on Finn in action on the stage, Blaine was never more glad that Prince Eric actually wore a full, covering outfit. He stopped, crossed one foot over the other, and just watched his friend interacting with the children for a couple of minutes.

Finn was really dragging today. He didn't get back from his date with Kitty until about midnight and then he had to be into work at seven the next morning. The date was well worth it, though, because him and Kitty really seemed to have something good going. However, he couldn't really think about that while he was working. He had to be in full Tarzan mode. Luckily for him, Jane did most of the talking. Since he was raised by apes, Tarzan really wasn't supposed to talk that well. It was really coming in handy today. The only other thing that would make this day better was if he enjoyed coffee as much as adults were supposed to. The kids that were visiting him were making him feel a little more awake though. They were a lot more enthusiastic and kind down here than they were in Florida; it was really refreshing. Once his line was over, he was free to go backstage to have lunch. Thank God because he was starving and a little cold. California was not being kind to him when it came to the weather. Most people saw it as a relief from the heat and humidity of Orlando, but they didn't have to walk around the parks almost completely naked. On his way back, he saw someone that kind of looked like Blaine. Tarzan and Prince Eric didn't really have a reason to talk to each other, so Finn just looked at him - silently telling him that he'd be on lunch if he wanted to hang out - before heading through the doors that would take him back stage.

Blaine caught the look that Finn shot him over the crowd of children, and understood immediately. He must have his lunch break around now, between shift switch-overs. It had been quite entertaining to watch his friend around the children, even if the Jane was leading the show. Finn’s Tarzan looked just as confused and clueless as he was supposed to, and Blaine chuckled to himself at the thought that perhaps Finn didn’t really need to /act/ that part too much. He moved through the sea of small people - yes, people smaller than himself - while trying to spot Finn over the heads of the adults. Gosh, this was harder than it should have been considering Finn’s enormous height. Shaking his head, Blaine changed his path and headed around towards the closest secret cast passageway he knew of, which he was quite proud of himself for remembering since they’d only been here for a few days. There, sneaking away from the crowds in the direction of the breakroom in a similar fashion, Blaine laid eyes on giant that was his friend. “Tarzan,” he called out, picking up the pace a little - they’d have to be extremely quick if he was ever going to make it to his shift on time. “Hey, man. May I join you for lunch?”

Finn started to walk normally once he knew he was out of the sight of any of the park goers. Being Tarzan was great, but acting like he was raised by apes most of the day was a little hard on his knee. There were some nights when he had to go home and ice it for awhile because of all the crouching down he did. He whipped around when he heard Tarzan being called out. Thank God it was Blaine. "Hey," he waved, stopping to let his friend catch up. "Uh, yeah. Sure." Since they were kind of the outsiders here, it was nice to have someone to eat with. All the other days he'd just ate alone. Sometimes his Jane ate with him, but she had her own friends here. Plus, it would be really nice to catch up with Blaine. "So ... how's your trip been? I don't get to see you a lot while we're working or anything. It kinda feels like I haven't seen you in forever." Prince Eric and Tarzan didn't tend to run in the same circles. "I didn't bring anything, so we're gonna have to go the cafeteria." Being in California made it a lot harder to bring lunch like he normally did. "What time do you start today? I don't want to make you late or anything. I know they're super strict about that."

Blaine nodded along as they continued walking. Finn was absolutely right; it had been far, far too long since they’d had a proper conversation and if it weren’t for social media, Blaine probably wouldn’t have any clue what was going on in his friend’s life at the moment. Honestly, he still didn’t. “I really like it here,” he started, figuring he’d say something positive before he dropped the horrible news on Finn in a moment’s time. “The cast is lovely, the children that visit are lovely, the service is lovely. Yeah, everything’s really great.” What a big, fat lie that was. “Well... Everything about /California/ is great,” he clarified, nodded with a slight shrug. “But, uh, a-actually... it’s been a little difficult to appreciate the wonder of Disneyland this morning because, um...” He dropped his head, eyes fixating on the ground as they walked. He still felt sore from all the crying he had done last night, and his heart /ached/ more than he thought it had ever done so in his entire life. But, if he couldn’t /say it/, he would never be able to move on. Maybe he shouldn’t ever say it, then. “Brittany and I broke up last night,” he mumbled after a long moment.

Finn listened to what his friend was saying, a small smile on his face. "That's awesome. I kinda like Orlando more, though. It's really cold here. Well ... at least to me. Everyone else thinks it's really nice but they don't walk around almost completely naked all the time, you know? But the kids are awesome. I saw a little girl dressed up as Jane and it made my whole trip better. And there was a little boy dressed like Tarzan, which has never happened to me before. Everyone wants to be Prince Charming or you or Flynn. We got to bang on our chests and yell. It was super awesome." His eyebrows furrowed when his friend turned sad. The next thing he said was really surprising. He had thought Blaine and Brittany were really good; they seemed pretty solid whenever he would see them interacting. "Dude, I'm sorry," he whispered sincerely, gently clapping his friend on the shoulder. He knew that Blaine liked her a lot, so it had to really, really suck for him to have to act happy all day long. "You totally don't have to tell me if you don't want to but ... why? You seemed really good whenever I saw you guys."

Blaine was grateful for Finn’s hand on his shoulder, the physical comfort reassuring him that he was not, in fact, going to collapse on the ground in a heap if he talked about what happened, because he had a kind, supportive friend right there who had offered an ear. But, Blaine wasn’t quite sure he was ready to go into too much detail about it. It had barely been twelve hours and he feared that if he /did/ open his mouth, all that would come out would be a shaking sob and then he would /never/ be able to compose himself enough to work in 15 minutes. So, he shook his head. “I... It’s still... really, really fresh and I think I need some more t-time before I talk about it. But... it was a mutual decision. It wasn’t a nasty breakup or anything, just... we realised we couldn’t ever be truly, one hundred percent happy with each other an-and--” He inhaled deeply through his nose, allowing the fresh oxygen in his lungs to calm him enough to continue in a whisper. “And deep down... I know that it’s what’s best... for both of us. Even if it hurts like /hell/.” His voice cracked on that last word and he sniffled, feeling the pressure of tears building behind his eyes. Shaking his head with his eyes closed, Blaine tried to regain some sort of composure. “Anyway. I don’t really... want to say much else right now. Hopefully time will help.” He turned to look up at his friend, figuring he should address what they were talking about earlier as to change the subject. “I’m glad you got to experience that here, with the children. Though, you wold be surprised how few Prince Erics there were in Florida, actually. It’s definitely something I’ll miss about being here. Dani actually had to share the spotlight a little,” he joked, chuckling weakly.

Finn really felt for his friend. He's been in the exact same place before. It sucked and it was definitely going to take some time to get better, but he knew his friend would feel better with time. "Yeah, no. I understand." The last thing he wanted to do was force Blaine to talk about something that was going to make him feel even more upset than he already was. But then he was talking about it, so Finn shut up and listened. "At least it wasn't nasty. Yeah. It really sucks to lose a girlfriend but it kinda sucks even worse when you lose the best friend that came alone with it," he said quietly. He was sure that him and Brittany wouldn't be best friends right away, but they would get there eventually. "And, I mean, it's only going to be better from here, you know? You'll get to a point when you can both talk about it without feeling really awful but ... this is probably the worst of it. The first cut is the deepest, or whatever that song says." He looked down at his friend and offered him a small smile. It sucked that one of his best friends was hurting this bad. And now he couldn't tell him about him and Kitty because he didn't want to rub it in his face. "I'm here for you, you know. If you need anything or anyone to talk to, don't hesitate." He laughed when he said that Dani had to share the spotlight with him. "Hey, maybe she liked taking a break from all that. You never know. I think I would." He's come to terms with the fact that he wasn't one of the most popular characters in the park, but he didn't mind. It was kind of nice not to have that pressure. "If I was, like, Kristoff or Prince Charming or anything, I probably wouldn't like it here as much. I'd be really scared that I was going to mess up and ruin some kid's day."

Rachel: California weather was not at all what Rachel expected it be. It was more unpredictable than the east coast and she had been more than disappointed over it. Disneyland wasn't bad though, actually it was kind of fun to be in a new environment and to over enjoy herself and meet new people. She had always been a people person and it was one thing that helped when on the job. However, it was lunch time and time for some much needed best friend time with Kurt. The Jasmine clad woman was more than eager to sit down and just talk for a little while. Heading towards where they were meeting she smiled when she spotted Peter Pan. "Hey, ready to head back?" She asked with a smile.

Kurt was happy to be getting what he considered a hard earned break. He loved Disney Land and somewhat being the center of attention, but he certainly wasn’t used to all of it yet. Spending a little best friend time with Rachel was just what he needed to put himself back in order. Once he spotted her he couldn’t help but grin, making his way over to her. “Oh, you know it. I’ve been ready ever since I got here.” He murmured with a grin, about to wrap an arm around her shoulders and walk with her to the break room when there was suddenly two children ran up to them, all excited and clearly ready to have conversation with either Peter Pan or Jasmine.

Rachel laughed because of course he would. Suddenly they were surrounded by a couple kids and she inwardly groaned. First of all they weren't supposed to be seen together, second all she wanted was to prop her feet up and relax. Still though she smiled and got into character she greeted both of them and stuck to the standard phrases she was to use.

Kurt was a bit annoyed, but he knew it was part of the job. Although he was a bit eager to get to his break, he didn’t want to get in trouble for not being in character with children around, nor did he want to ruin their Disney experience. So, when one of them asked why he and Jasmine were together, he crouched down to meet their level, whispering just loud enough so that Rachel could hear and they’d have the same explanation. “Hook kidnapped Jasmine.. He was trying to make her join his ranks..” Kurt’s eyes widened as he explained this, then he hastily jumped away from the child. “Wait, I shouldn’t be telling you this! How do I know you aren’t one of them?” Getting into character was easy, and he was glad he could be so over the top with it all. The children began protesting that they were /not/ pirates, and Kurt cocked his head to the side before looking over at Rachel. “I don’t know, Jaz. Do you buy it?”

Rachel held back a laugh at Kurt's excuse but nodded when the kids looked at her and feigned fear. "Peter is helping me." She stated before jumping back with him and covering her face in fear. "Oh, I'm not so sure. They sure look like pirates." Bending down she cocked her head at them. "Hmmm."

Kurt rested his thumb on his chin, raising a brow and cocking his head to the side. “Oh! I know.” He smirked, leaning forward to lean over to smell the top of the children’s heads. “Pirates don’t shower, so if they smell dirty we’ll know.” He pulled back afterwards, unable to hold back a grin. “They smell clean.. I’m still on the fence, though. What do you think?” The children were giggling and still desperately trying to assure both him and Rachel that they wren’t pirates, but Kurt put his foot down. “I think we need real proof.”

Rachel nodded and looked down at the little ones. "Stand straight and turn around." Rachel stated with a smile as the kids did as they were told. "Hmm, turn back." She instructed. "They sure look like they aren't pirates." With a laugh she crossed her arms over her chest. "If only Rajah was here, he'd be able to tell us. He has an eye for pirates."

Kurt inspected the children closely and then jumped back towards them and crouched down, eyeing them wearily and cocking his head to the side. “Jasmine seems to think you’re not pirates.. I /guess/ I can trust you just for a little bit!” He nodded once, grinning from ear to ear when he stood back up. The children were then holding out little autograph books that they clearly wanted Kurt and Rachel to sign, and Kurt wasted no time in hopping back down to their level again and /honestly/ this job was probably the best workout he could possibly get considering he was either running around, jumping or squatting half the time. He took one autograph book, expecting Rachel to take the other and pursed his lips. “Now tell me! Do I gotta sign here, here and here?!” Kurt gestured wildly to several different spots on the sheet of paper, and again the child started giggling and shaking her head, pointing to one spot and asking politely for Kurt to sign just there.

Rachel giggled to herself at Kurt. He was an amazing Peter, someone that she really loved to be around and enjoy. Once he signed his autographs she took her turn and signed them as well before they each posed for photographs. With the little ones finally left she sighed in relief. "Let's get out of here, now." She mumbled before they were coerced into more entertainment and missed their lunch hour.

Kurt was happy to get through the rest of the run-in seemingly unscathed, turning to Rachel once they were alone again and nodding. “Yes, lets. And perhaps let’s try to figure out a way to leave that won’t get us caught again. Either that or I’ll leave you alone and just sprint to the break room as fast as my legs can possibly take me.” He scoffed slightly at that, although he began walking just a bit faster.

Rachel laughed and nodded. "Let's get out of here, now." She said taking looking back once before heading towards the backstage area as fast as they could. "I say you definitely leave before me and then we'll just casually head back to our spots without anymore interruptions."

Kurt was relieved when they managed to make it backstage without being caught again, tempted to rip his hat and wig off almost immediately because those they were /so/ hot and uncomfortable. “That works. I feel as if we stand out even more when we’re around each other. We’re far more likely to get around unscathed that way.”

Rachel didn't bother to take off her wig as Kurt did. It was much too hard to get perfectly back on. "That's obvious, Jasmine and Peter Pan have nothing to do with each other after all." Rachel mentioned as she sipped at the water she had grabbed on the way into the room just happy to be hydrating and sitting. "I'm so happy that the weather here is cooler it makes for better days."

Kurt sat down beside Rachel, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back into his seat. “I don’t even think I need to eat, perhaps just a nap. You have no idea how exhausting it is to act like a twelve year old boy.” He leaned his head back and placed his hat over his head, stretching his arms up over his head. “The cooler weather is great. I feel less like I’m going to pass out and die after spending the entire day in tights when it’s not humid and boiling outside. Is your wig the warmest part of your costume?”

Rachel nodded because a nap did sound good. "I'm just going to enjoy this water and maybe have some grapes." Rachel murmured because she was never much of a big eater to begin with. "The entire thing can be a little heavy and hot but the wig is definitely obviously the warmest. I'm so used to it by now though that I just sort of forget about it." She shrugged a little before putting her feet up and leaning back in her chair some to relax. "It's good to have lunch with my best friend, thank god California didn't ruin our time together."

Kurt nodded in agreement, closing his eyes as he hummed thoughtfully. “California could never ruin out time together, my dear.” He nodded, sure he was close to half dozing off at this point. He wasn’t completely exhausted, but a short cat nap would be nice and probably give him the energy he wanted to complete the rest of the day and /not/ pass out once he got home. “I say tomorrow we meet in here instead. Unless you’d prefer it if I hauled you over my shoulder like some brute and sprinted here instead. Both choices are entirely valid.”

Sam was really enjoying his time here. The weather was nice enough and the people were being lovely. Not that they weren't back home, but this was still nice. Plus, he wasn't the type of guy that would complain about such a cool holiday. Cause it was totally a holiday even with work, right? They were some place new, doing new things. Standing up from taking a picture with a little girl dressed as Anna, he turned towards Kitty. He wasn't so sure she was having such a great time, she always put on a brave face even when she didn't really want to. Sometimes all of the people was just too much he guessed. "Why didn't you pose with your little sister, my Queen?" he teased gently. Sometimes he wondered why they cast Elsa to be his partner instead of Anna, but he soon forgot about it when thinking how then he wouldn't have Kitty. "I think your status is getting to your head." Or maybe it was just all the children walking up to her to talk.

Kitty knelt down to hug the little girl in an Anna costume, making sure to keep a smile on her face no matter what. This had been a long day, but she wasn't about to complain. The weather was gorgeous, the kids here were sweet and she had Sam by her side and he made her feel a little less like blasting herself in the face with her ice magic. She rolled her eyes theatrically at Sam's words, posing for a photo with the little girl. "Kristoff, stop being silly." She replied, signing an autograph. She handed the book back to the little girl, starting to stand up before feeling a tug and hearing a tear. Her blood ran cold and she looked down at her skirt - and the massive rip down the side of it.

Sam actually thought it was kind of cute how the little girl's face lit up when she was actually able to pose with Kitty. That look alone was what made everything worth it. "Me? Silly? I wouldn't ever." Being tapped once more by a little boy, Sam's attention was turned away for a moment. Hearing the tear though, he was quick to look back over his shoulder. "What was that?" he asked, though tried to keep the worry to a minimum for now. Maybe it was just on of the kids costumes or something. Of course, his eyes proved that theory wrong as he took in the sight. "Oh damn," he mumbled under his breath. This was not good.

Kitty held her breath, praying with every inch of her soul that this wasn't really happening. She was going to get so badly fined for this. She looked down at her skirt in surprise. "Oh goodness! Looks like my skirt ripped! I'll have to fix that when I get back to Arandelle." She remarked, a smile frozen on her face. She adjusted her skirt so that it didn't reveal too much of what was under the costume, shooting a look at Sam that said 'help me'. "Kristoff, you'll have to tell Anna to lend me one of her cloaks at some point until I can fix it."

Sam was trying his hardest to not look completely lost on what he was meant to be doing to help, but he kind of was. Bringing a hand up to the back of his neck, he scratched nervously. "Ummm, umm, yeah. Right. Cloak. We don't want you like, getting cold." Just how they were actually going to get said cloak was the next question. He really hoped she wasn't going to get into too much trouble for this, it wasn't really her fault. Surely costumes were accidentally torn all the time. Especially ones that were pretty long. "Elsa, you look kinda cold. Want me to give you my winter coat?" It was what he had worn earlier in the morning, but had taken off as the day warmed some. It looked like it would be long enough, and surely it was an okay enough cover up at least until their break, right?

Kitty posed for another photo, seriously preoccupied at the fact that she could now feel a gentle breeze up her dress from where the rip had happened. At Sam's suggestion, she nodded, giving him a grateful smile. "Thank you Kristoff, that's so kind." She replied, taking the coat and wrapping it around herself. Aside from being seriously hot, it fell long enough to cover the tear. "I thought the cold didn't bother you?" A little girl asked, and Kitty froze for a moment. "It doesn't, if it's in Arandelle. But the cold here is really tough for my powers to deal with. You should've seen Anna earlier, she was shivering worse than that time we went sledding and she forgot her earmuffs."

Sam had no idea how Kitty was still so composed that she could even take a photo with someone still. It was definitely impressive though. Sam knew he would have been freaking out if it had been him. "Anything for you, Elsa." At least he was able to somewhat help, even if the reasoning wasn't really all that thought through, or plausible. "I-.." Thank fully Kitty jumped in and answered first. Looking towards the little girl, Sam made a mock shiver. "Super cold." When the little girl giggled in response, he was pretty sure they were out of the danger, at least for now until another child noticed. They could just roll with the same excuse for now though.

Kitty felt her heart going at about ten billion beats per second, and she knew she had never been this stressed. She put on her trademark grin, smiling for a few more pictures until the line started to thin. A few kids thought it would be funny to try and tug on the jacket and then on her skirt, but she luckily smooth-talked her way out of those situations. She looked up gratefully as their attendant signaled that it was time to leave and she waved at everyone who was left. "Bye, everyone, see you soon, you should come visit Arandelle, it's beautiful this time of year!" She called as they walked through the door leading backstage, before groaning, turning to Sam. "That was a nightmare."

Sam was definitely more than a little bit distracted with the worry that someone was going to do something silly and make their wardrobe situation even worse than it already was. Kitty didn't deserve it, she was being so amazing. Sam did his best to keep as many people as possible away from the side where they would possibly notice the tear. When there was a few people all gathered at once though it was a little tough. Still, they both did their job, smiling and posing when needed. "We hope to see you all there!" Waving, Sam followed Kitty's lead. Thank god they were able to try and work something proper out now. "I hope it wasn't too warm in that big heavy coat." Sam knew how uncomfortable he could get in it sometimes. "You did so great though. I'm proud of you."

Kitty exhaled, collapsing against the wall, pulling off the coat and all but throwing it at Sam. She was so stressed in that moment, the thought of the dress ripping and having to pay for it was absolutely terrifying. She felt the beginnings of tears prick her eyes and she wiped them away quickly. "That was so stressful." She whispered, before straightening herself up and looking at the damage, letting her mouth fall open. "Oh my god, it's huge." She commented, turning to see the rip go right up her thigh and some of the sequins on her dress start coming off. "That's gonna be a hundred out of my paycheck, at least." She groaned again, covering her face with her hands.

Sam juggled the coat in his arms in surprise as he was given back to him before getting a proper grasp on it. Moving carefully, he slid down the wall to take a seat next to her. "Hey, it'll be alright," he assured her softly, a hand coming out to rest against her shoulder gently. "We will work something out. I'll even help if you need it. It wasn't your fault." Surely they could work something out together. He didn't want Kitty having to take all of the responsibility for it. These things happened sometimes. At seeing truly how large the tear was, Sam wrinkled up his nose. Were you even able to repair something like that? Or did it just have to be replaced completely? At her groan, he shook his head. "I'll cover half of it. Don't worry," he said, nodding his head firmly. "I got your back, Kit."

Kitty shook her head at his offer, putting a hand on his hand that rested on her shoulder and gently moving it off. "No, no, it's fine, it wasn't your fault. I'm just stressing, don't worry." She forced a smile at him, taking a deep breath. "It'll be fine, I just won't eat food this week." She sighed, closing her eyes. "I seriously hope nobody complains, that would be the worst."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as Kitty pushed his hand away. She was going to be stubborn, of course. "Just accept the help," he all but demanded. Maybe it would have been smarter to wait until she calmed some, but there wasn't any way he was going to just sit idly by and let something like that happen- she needed to be able to eat for the week. "You did amazing, like always. Nobody will complain. You were awesome." Maybe if he assured her of that, then she would calm down a little bit. "We should probably get out of these costumes so we can go out and just unwind from today. What d'ya say?"

Kitty exhaled, nodding, before running her hands over her face to calm herself. It was more the initial shock of what had happened that was affecting her, thinking logically, this wasn't a problem that couldn't be solved. She looked over to smile at Sam, nodding again. "Sure." SHe replied in a whisper, standing up and holding out her hand to help him up, laughing slightly as she saw the lower half of her skirt hanging off the rest of the dress. "Wow." She commented, starting to walk to the dressing rooms.

Puck refrained from growling for what had to he hundredth time as yet another little demon child jumped from his lap like he was a furry fucking Santa Claus and stepped right on his crotch on the way down. You'd think with all the fucking fabric and padding it took to make a man into a huge Beast, they'd have at least put some of that padding in the crotch area. Marley was, of course, handing it like a natural. But then, everyone who came up to her wanted to be her when they grew up. Or flirt with her, now. He /actually/ growled at a teenage douchebag dressed like Gaston, flirting with her. Luckily for him, that was considered 'in character.' Though, he he ran across that guy later, he'd be getting decked in the face. Another family approached them for their picture and Puck had to smile already because the little girl was dressed as Belle and holding a little stuffed Beast and looked to be so nervous he couldn't stand it. Fuck, he loved kids. It was sad, really, how much. The cute one's, anyway. And this little girl was looking up at Marley like she was star struck and gonna pass out from excitement. He whispered in Marls' ear, "This one's all you." then chuckled to himself.

Marley loved her job. Every single bit of it, from the parades, to the events, to just walking around in character. But really, her favorite part had to be the meet and greets with the children. They were just so adorable and always had the best looks on their faces when they got close! It was probably as close to what it would be like to be a rockstar as she would get and she definitely didn't mind it at all. Being the source of someone's smile like that just made her day. And she got to experience it many times a day, every day she worked. How could she not love it? Nodding slightly at Puck's comment, Marley stepped forward and knelt down besides the little girl, her dress flowing out around her. "Hello, what's your name?" she asked, voice spot on with the voice of Belle in the movies. "Evie" the girl responded, hiding behind her beast toy. "It's nice to meet you, Evie" Marley said. "I like your toy. Do you like the Beast?" Evie nodded, looking shyly up at where Puck was sitting. "Me too. He's my favorite prince." She turned to smile up at Puck before turning back to the girl. "Do you like to read?" she asked. "My- my mommy reads me bedtime stories and I like the ones with the princesses and the dragons!" Evie fiddled with her toy as she spoke, clearly still nervous. "Oh, those are the best. The ones about far off lands with dashing princes!" She continued to talk to Evie for another moment before their handler indicated to speed things along.

Puck nearly melted, just watching his girl interact with the little one. Every time. It got to him /every. Time/. Good thing no one could see him cheesing like an idiot from inside the suit. That was the best thing about this awful costume. He could observe while being observed and no one could the the wiser. Which came in handy when he looked to Marley as she did exactly as she always did. So comfortable and confident in herself. If there were ever a person who was the epitome of their princess, this would be it, he was sure of it. Even as the Beast, and her Prince, he was sure that neither character would look at her the way Puck did. Mostly because it was a mixture of adoration /and/ wanting to rip her clothes off and show her just what a far away land with adventures would look like. When their handler motioned for their haste, Puck helped lift the little girl into his lap for a picture, figuring she'd stand there and look to her mom's camera while holding so tightly onto Belle that it looked like her arm would fall off. That's what most of the children did, anyway. But when she turned to drape her arms around his shoulders and cuddled her head into the crook of his neck, he lost it. Again, the suit came in handy, because his eyes shot wide open and he was sure the look on his face was not at all /beastly/. It took him a second, but he eventually brought his giant paw up to rest on her back as a way to return the hug. Unable to help himself, he looked to Marley as he held the little one.

Marley stood easily and smoothed out her dress, having perfected the most graceful way to get back up over the last few months. She spent most of her time kneeling or squatting so she could get more on the children's level when she talked to them. It was killer on the knees, but essential in order to make the children feel more comfortable. Taking her place besides Puck for the picture, she smiled brightly down at Evie, expecting the usual hand holding or nuzzling into her while the camera went off. But when Evie instead buried her face into Puck's fur, Marley's heart melted completely. Her hand went up to her chest, covering her heart, and her smile grew even more. Part of her wondered what Puck's reaction was under the giant Beast head; she would love to see that. But as his hand came to rest on the little girl's back, pulling her in for a hug, Marley could feel herself falling for him even more. Sure, this was his job, but seeing him so gentle with the children definitely was part of what drew her to him in the first place. Stepping a bit closer, she turned toward the cameras and gave them her best smile, the flash going off a couple of times before it was on to the next kid. "Goodbye, Evie! It was wonderful meeting you!"

Puck wanted to let the girl hold onto him forever. He could protect her. And he'd do so, gladly. His minibelle. Once he'd gotten a hold on himself, he smiled and patted her little back a few times, then helped her turn so she could face the camera. If he didn't know he wasn't a giant girl, he'd say his eyes got a little watery. But no. He was a man. A man's man. Yeah. It continued like this for about another 45 minutes. Little girls wanting to talk about books with Marley, and a few little dudes wanting high fives from the beast. Those used to be his favorite--but now it was definitely the little girl who could love the beast. Now he knew why he was so attached to Marley. She was that little girl. Scared and nervous until she got to see you up close, then just wanting to hug him and make his heart grow to 20 times it's previous size. When their handler pulled them aside and pack into one of the hidden pathways of the castle, Puck grabbed Marley's hand with his paw--regardless of being out of view and no longer needing to be in character. He still liked doing it and it /was/ kind of amusing that she had to hold a paw. "Alright. We're gonna get you two into your dress clothes, then over to Prince Adam and Belle's wedding for a private photo op. You'll have a group of about 35. Play out a little scene, and then do pictures." he started to explain, leading them back to the dressing room where Puck was once again gonna try to sneak a peek while Marley dressed. He'd gotten better at hiding it but she still always caught him.

Marley smile was bright the whole way through the rest of their meet and greet. Something about seeing Puck squeeze that girl for maybe a second or two longer than was really necessary warmed her heart completely. When their handler indicated it was time to go, she took Puck's paw willingly, unfazed by the furry, awkward shape it was, having done so many, many times within the past few months. It was nice to have physical contact with him, even if it was in character. She enjoyed being close to him so much, that she might even cuddle into him a little more than necessary for work. Nodding at what their handler was saying, she followed closely backstage to their changing room. She liked the wedding dress, even though it was very similar to the one she was already wearing, just a lighter shade of gold. Making quick work of undoing her current dress, she looked up at Puck and wagged her finger at him. "No peeking, mister." She knew it was probably futile, but she had to at least try to deter him. Once fully clothed in her other dress, she put a few more pins in her hair and turned towards Puck. "Ready?" she asked, glad she could see his face.

Puck definitely still looked as she changed. Although, he had at least done the decent thing of turning away when she'd asked and making sure he was turned away when she looked. So she could at least pretend to think he'd listened. Ignorance is Bliss, right? Part of him wondered if it could still be bliss if it was feigned ignorance, but the rest of him didn't wanna question it because he loved when he could see her hips and bare back. "As I'll ever be." he grumbled, still running his hands over his shaven face. Wearing the suit, he could forget. Because no one was looking at him and he didn't care how he looked. But out of the suit, he just felt naked without his rugged and manly scruff. He always balanced the very thin line between scruff and a beard and it was always perfect. Until Disney made him shave. But if it meant real eye contact and a real kiss with his girl (and some fresh air) he would comply. Even if he still hated letting her see him this way.Holding out his hand, he followed their handler out to the wedding hall and plastered on his prince face. It was far different from the cocky and sexy grin he normally wore, and even moreso from the cocky /grimace/ he wore. But as much shit as people gave him for not being a real character or not needing any talent to make it here, Puck could act. And he could sing, too. But he wouldn't tell anyone that who did not need to know.

Marley smiled as Puck ran his hand over his face. She liked seeing him without the scruff when he was Prince Adam; he looked so different! Admittedly, she liked the scruff more; it framed his jawline perfectly and brought out the brightness in his eyes, somehow. But even when clean shaven, there was no denying that Puck was a handsome man. Kissing his cheek once before they had to be led away, Marley's fingers laced with his. Sure, it wasn't skin on skin contact because of their gloves, but it was sure easier to hold his hand than it was those giant paws as the Beast. Walking into the wedding room with her head held high and her best princess smile on, Marley spun into Pucks hands and began to waltz over to where their meet and greets would be. Tale as old as time was playing over the speakers, after all, and she was sure the audience would love to see them dance. They always did. As the music shifted and they reached the end of the room, she turned to him and kissed him to the sound of applause from the audience behind them. Now /that/ was her favorite part, being able to kiss him at work and not get in trouble for it.

Puck kicked into gear and started to lead her in their dance once he felt her against him. He hadn't really thought they were gonna dance but he'd learned to be quick on the improv. She was the master at this, after all. The end of the stride, though... that was his favorite part. Of course, it was also the hardest. Having to keep a kiss G rated when he knew how good she was with her tongue was probably harder than keeping his hands to himself on the daily. Stupid kids and their virgin eyes. Still, he relished in the moment. Dipping her slight, both hands on her waist and head leaning down to press a kiss full to her lips. No stage kisses, here. Y'know... cuz they were professional and shit. As they separated, their crowd continued to applause as he looked down into her eyes, clearly having a hard time breaking the moment. The way he looked at her definitely earned both of their salaries. Luckily for him, it came natural. Since day one. After all, who wouldn't want to look down into those eyes for the rest of their lives?

Walking into the common room together, it only took them a minute before the music started and they started dancing around with each other, having fun while other cast members watched and sometimes harmonized with them.

Kitty: Where have all the good men gone And where are all the gods? Where's the street-wise Hercules To fight the rising odds? Marley  Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and turn and Kitty and Marley I dream of what I need Kitty and Marley: I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero (hero) I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light ('til the morning light) He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life, larger than life Marley: Somewhere after midnight In my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach There's someone reaching back for me Kitty: Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat Kitty and Marley harmonizing: It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet Marley (Kitty): Ooh! (I need a) Kitty and Marley: Hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero (hero) I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light ('til the morning light) He's gotta be sure and it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night Kitty: Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me Marley: Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood Kitty and Marley: Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my blood Like a fire in my blood, like a fire in my... Blood, blood! Kitty and Marley: Oh! I need a hero (hero) I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero (: hero) I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light ( 'til the morning) He's gotta be sure, it’s gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life I need a hero ( hero) I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night He's gotta be strong, and he's gotta be fast And he's gotta be fresh from the fight Kitty and Marley: I need a hero!

Last round:

Before you jump down my throat I'd like to present you with Something I call personality ...~~ I'd like to think what I have is real Sort this out on your own time Go on and sort this out on your own time Before you jump to conclusions About all the friends I have Just remember they were born that way ...~~ Sort this out on your own time Go on and sort this out on your own time no matter how happy you are you'll always want more no matter how stupid I get you'll always want more 

As they continued:

[Pre-Chorus:] And I can tell you’re going through the motions I figured you were acting out your part Once again, we’re playing off emotion Which one of us will burn until the end? ...~~ [Chorus:] Catalyst, you insist to pull me down You contradict the fact that you still want me around And it’s all downhill from here And it’s all downhill from here