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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 19:20:06 GMT -5
"I would be honored if you'd tell me one of them, sometime." That's the last thing he says, in a whisper, before the curtains lift and the play starts.
It will certainly prove to be an interesting reinterpretation.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 19:21:46 GMT -5
Petunia is just delighted by everything, if her grin is any judge. Nor does she seem to be particularly phased by the amount of innuendo and kink being tossed around.
When the play ends, she's one of the people clapping loudest.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 19:45:29 GMT -5
One of the others is Arthur. There's a bright, enthusiastic smile on his face as he applauds. That was genuinely amusing, though he will never admit that.
When the cast has taken their bows and thanked the crew, the audience begins to shuffle out. Arthur turns to do the same, but then changes his mind, facing Petunia. "Judging from how giddy you appear to be, I assume you quite enjoyed that?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 12, 2012 19:50:59 GMT -5
"It was amazing," she gushes. She proceeds to babble in detail about what in particular was amazing, pointing out a surprising number of little details most people would have missed.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 20:20:53 GMT -5
Arthur takes note of that little knack of hers to note and remember an impressive amount of small details. The annoying speech is gone, but she is quite obviously still a Junkion, even if trapped in an organic body.
It makes him wonder what else carried over.
He happily meets her gushing head on with some raving of his own. He does not remember everything quite as well as she does, but it is more than enough to keep up.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 15, 2012 8:25:26 GMT -5
Petunia appears obviously delighted at the fact he enjoyed the show as much as she did. The more excited she becomes, though, the more her speech starts slipping into other languages. It starts with a scattering of words, but it'll soon bloom into full sentences as long as they stay on the topic.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 15, 2012 21:11:03 GMT -5
This is where things get weird. Arthur is surprised when she starts slipping into other languages, but since he understands the first few, he acts like nothing's wrong while observing this odd behavior. Where did this come from? The Junkion never displayed this in any of their prior run-ins, nor does any other Junkion he knows. Does this tie into the TV-speech, an out of left field adaptation by whatever caused this?
It's not long though before she starts speaking in languages that he does not know. That is when he raises his hands, smiling sheepishly. "I am sorry, miss Dahlia, but I have to stop you there. Because while I admire your grasp of at least a dozen different languages, and enjoyed the rather unconventional display of this, they have become a bit too much to handle for me."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 16, 2012 21:10:29 GMT -5
Petunia blinks, suddenly looking very confused. "What? What are you talking about?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 19, 2012 18:14:29 GMT -5
She did not realize what she was doing? Arthur didn't see that one coming, and his reaction is just as confused as hers. "You mean you didn't...? Well that is certainly unusual." Understatement much?
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 19, 2012 20:06:29 GMT -5
Petunia still has no idea what Arthur is talking about. "Oooookay...?"
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 19, 2012 20:14:10 GMT -5
Now she is looking at him like HE is insane. Him! He wants to slam her head through the nearest wall for that, but he manages to resist this temptation. Instead, he levels a worried look on her. "Petunia, if I may call you that...You got so excited that you started talking in various languages, with little logic. Just snippets of words strung together. I am not lying, nor joking. And I am concerned that you did not notice this."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 19, 2012 20:16:29 GMT -5
Petunia tilts her head slightly. "Oh. Weird." Then she shrugs. "I'll ask the boyfriend about that. He might have some ideas."
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 19, 2012 20:22:00 GMT -5
Boyfriend? She has someone she cares about? Oh, this is too good to be true. But as pleased as he is inwardly with this information, his face instead carries something a little more disappointed, though with an understanding smile.
"You are in a relationship? Ah, what a shame. Forgive me for being so bold, but I would have liked the opportunity to take you to a dinner and dance. But you are a special person, Petunia Dahlia, one who I would like to find more about, regardless. If you are still in need of friends, than I would be honored if you gave me the chance to become one."
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Post by Pee-Dee on Mar 19, 2012 20:29:29 GMT -5
That is perhaps pushing the definition of what Muzzle is to Petunia. But 'boyfriend' is easier than 'guy I have UST with and who is waiting for me to stop being amnesiac so he will let me jump his bones'.
Petunia smiles and winks. "You can still take me out for dinner and dancing. We've made no promises."
Except 'no sex until after you remember who I am'.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 20, 2012 20:44:19 GMT -5
That certainly made Arthur's eyebrows quirk in interest. But he is a gentleman, so he does not make any untoward comments about this. Instead, he smiles, digs a hand into his pocket and then bows, while extending his hand and offering her his card. It would be so difficult to arrange dates without any contact information. "Then please, call me to let me know when you will have time."
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