Michaelangelo (
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milliways_bar2005-03-18 01:21 pm
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Mike doesn't bound down the stairs today. No, instead he sedately wanders down with a rather large covered basket under his arm. It looks something like a sewing basket. He takes a seat at an out of the way table, and begins to unpack various and sundry sewing supplies.
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"Awwww." She pats his arm consolingly. "Your time will come. With your charm and smile, how can it not?"
She nods. "True enough. After 12 or 14 hours, you barely notice that the guy you're working on has been down a mineshaft for two years."
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He bats his eyes, sighs dramatically, and then rests his head on her shoulder.
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She pats his head consolingly. "Someday, you'll look back on this and know I was right. Or be laughing your ass of at me. One or the other."
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"Why do the pretty ones always have to be human"
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"Finally, someone calls me the pretty one. And I don't know--maybe you could hook up with a shape-shifter?"
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"I don't think shapeshifter would cut it. Turtles are sort of...species specific. Oh what a cruel fate."
Can't you feel the drama and angst?
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"Can't help you there, I'm afraid. Unless you find a way to turn into another species."
Oh yes, the angst just drips down. Poor, poor Mikey. She pecks his cheek consolingly.
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[ooc: sadly, I must flee. you? with the rocking of the total!]