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A dance?

Well, he'd rather be beaten to death with a splintered wooden plank than not go to a dance!

Nephew John Doe was not what one would consider to be the romantic type. He was a little too...Childish, a little too thick, a little too drug-addled and a little too innocent in order to truly get it. Besides, he was much, much, much too busy to even think about settling down with someone, it was completely preposterous! Why, if he got married, he couldn't spend time properly running Wellington Wells! He'd have children to support! And a missus! No, no, it wouldn't do. Wouldn't do at all. But that didn't mean Nephew would just let a social gathering go to waste.

In his room, Nephew reapplied his face paint (er, his 'happy mask'), struggling and failing to hide the bags under his eyes. He dabbed a little bit of blush on. He pulled down the cuffs of his tweed jacket and adjusted his bow tie, pausing to lick his hand and using the saliva to keep some flyaway hair down. There we go! Why, didn't someone look just swanky today? He beamed at himself in the mirror, then swallowed down a Joy pill (wouldn't want to look like a Downer in front of so many students, huh?), putting seven more pills into a pocket inside his jacket. Lovely! He knew this was going to be fantastic.

With a grin, Nephew made his way out of the room and began walking off towards the location of the party.

He simply couldn't wait!

So I wrote this real quick while listening to it on repeat and holy cat it's catchy. I love it. I'm putting this on my iPod STAT.

Ahem, anyhow. Written quickly and consisting of relationships, bourbon butterscotch, bandannas, and theft, this is...

White-Haired Pretty Boy

And if anyone else has any songs--Or if you wanna give me another, Missy--I'll take 'em. ^^

Trust me, I can wait. ^^ Thanks though! Can't wait to whip 'ya up something for no good reason~

((Of course you can join! ^^ Also everyone feel free to use more then one OC because considering the gang we've got here I'm going to have to bring in everyone's favorite (the one who isn't Sofia, because she's inexplicably popular).

[TED voice] SOON))

"...Aster?" Scotch had to pause for a while. Little guy...Lots of arms...? They closed their eyes and pinched the bridge of their nose, as though trying to remember. It took a moment, but soon the arm retreated and their eyes opened. "Um...White hair, right? He's...He's from a Kirby game?" Okay, those two things didn't really add much--There were a lot of Kirby students--But it seemed to clear something up in their own head. "Um...If we're thinking of the same person...Then no, not around recently. We don't...I guess we don't really talk much." They rubbed the back of their neck, smiling sheepishly. L.O.G. help me. When it came time to fufill papa's role, they were gonna do horribly if they couldn't even help out a friend. "Sorry. Er...Why, may I ask?"

"Oh, no--Not all--At least, not all right now. Maybe we'll do all later. I...I don't know." They took the book back, looking down to the page, blinking slowly. "...Yes, a lot. And this isn't even getting to the surgery unit, I mean...Amateur Surgeon, Surgeon Simulator...Really, the only safe bet is Trauma Center, and even then..." A small laugh escaped them, though they knew at this point they were just filling dead air. The book shut. Of all things, Scotch could hardly understand how most people talked so casually to their roommate. But then again, Scotch was sort of a quiet...Person. It just felt strange to them to be here, in the dorm commons, trying to be casual. Augh.

"So, er...What's been going on with you?" They smile, internalizing awkwardness they're sure they're just making up. "Anything interesting?"

Their peace interrupted so suddenly, they couldn't help but let a small gasp escape them. Scotch looked up with a start, frantically looking around for the source of the noise, only to discover the moniter of a computer over their shoulder. Ah. It was just Competer, Scotch's unconventional-looking roommate. "Don't startle me like that!" They said, though they didn't sound too upset with the computer. Besides, it was hard to alert someone that you were coming when you had no feet.

Scotch shifted a bit so they could more properly look at their roommate without straining their neck, then looked back down at the book. "I-it's for Science. Mr. Walker has us studying medicines, because, y'know, there's a lot of them." This was a huge understatement, considering the thickness of the thing. They couldn't help but contemplate the idea of letting Magnilde tutor them--All things considered this was her area of expertise--But they quickly reconsidered that notion. Last time they visited that 'nurse', she'd begun music on just what would happen if she gave them a proper vivisection, because they were kinda papery-cardboardy-lookin' and who knew? Her cackle afterwards made their previous assumption that they were joking a little...Questionable.

"...A lot a lot. Kind of stunning how it's such a reoccuring theme that it became a whole unit."

((But of course you may!~ You can splice yourself into this one (if Jazz doesn't mind), or I could start a 1x1 with you, whichever you like~))

((Don't worry, don't worry, I can wait~))

(...Um...Er...Try harder? ^^; I'm sorry I don't know what to tell 'ya))

The dorm commons had a lovely sort of lull to it after a while. The rabble of other students passing by, speaking of homework and parties and their homeworlds as they went to their destinations. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, meaning everyone was just meandering about, with no classes to go to and all.

Sitting in a high-backed plush chair was a ginger, sipping from a styrofoam cup of bitter tea and paging through the book he had to read for Science; which detailed medicines. Biscotti--Or, as they were commonly called, Scotch--Knew next to nothing about medicines. And frankly, they didn't care. But nonetheless, their black eyes moved about the page, reading of brightly colored pills that could cure all your ills (as long as you had a fever or the chills, anyhow). Why did there have to be so many types of tonics...?

((That's fine! ^^ We can just do some character interactions, no problem with me. If anyone else wants to start an RP with me too, still reply here, I'll just make a new topic and we'll be on our merry way.

Anyhow. Think I'll go Scotch for this, since I haven't actually ever properly written them. Shall you start or I?))