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| John Crowley | Joel Marsetti | Nicholas Romolo | Trajedie Remourna | Adam Crowley | Jessica Crowley | Elijah McMurran | Aidae McMurran | Vladimer McMurran |
John: Keeps himself from looking too bothered by not telling Elijah right then and there. He would have liked to, but thought it was best that he wait until he got word from Jessica.
Joel: …So long as he can clean bedpans though, right?
Nick: Yeah… doesn't exactly take a genius.
Joel: Precisely. Younger than I expected too. Oh well. So long as he can clean and talk to the patients and get us when something serious happens, we're just fine.
Nick: Just one small step at a time, Joel…
Joel: Indeed…
Young boy: … Heard all of that. Can I go?
Joel: …He's still here. Of course you're still here. The trip wasn't too long, was it?
Nick: MAY I go?
Young boy: …May I go?
Nick: You may.
Young boy: Leaves gladly.
Nick: …Wait.
Young boy: Halts, and turns. Yes, sir?
Nick: What's your name again?
Young boy: Trajedie.
Nick: Tragedy? That's not a real name.
Trajedie: If Estragon can, I don't see why Trajedie can't. It's what my old man named me.
Nick: Well, what's your surname?
Trajedie: …
Nick: Speak up.
Trajedie: Remourna. Tries to pronounce it Re-mo-re-na to lessen the embarrassment.
Nick: Thank you. Carry on to bed then, Mr. Remorena.
Trajedie: Coughs.
Nick: What? Are you sick already?
Trajedie: No… Just… Never mind. Had something in my throat. Good night, sir.
Nick: Good night.
Joel: Good night. Nod.
Traj: About face, and forward marches on out.
Nick: What a weird kid.
Joel: Indeed. What kind of boy wears a dress? Sips his tea.
Nick: Blinks a little. …maybe it was a girl.
Joel: …Maybe so…
Nick: …whoops.
Joel: …Should we ask?
Nick: Um… No, wouldn't want to embarrass… it… further.
Joel: …I am never talking to my Cousin's Uncle's Nephew's Best Friend's Father ever again. Shakes his head. So much for a pretty little thing…
Nick: Yeah… Sigh.
Joel: Maybe that can be our next step.
Nick: Give it a makeover?
Adam: Wander. Fruitlessly. Sticks his head out the window to look at the moon.
Joel: "It" as in Ms. Remorena, right?
Nick: Yeah.
Joel: Fine by me. I'm no fashion designer though. Besides, wearing black in a hospital isn't very… appropriate I'd say. Well, infirmary.
Nick: Isn't there a uniform?
Joel: Certainly is.
Traj: Wandering the halls fruitlessly as well, though more in search of the room in which she was given severely vague instructions on finding.
Adam: No full moon. Guess I won't meet any werewolves either.
Traj: Spots what can only be identified as a YOUNG MAN staring out of a window. In its natural habitat, too.
Adam: Looks disappointed after he stops leaning out the window.
Traj: Takes a step forward to ask for directions, maybe, but stops abruptly.
Adam: Sees the bit of motion in his peripheral vision and turns to look at her.
Traj: A little wide-eyed at the sudden look, but soon averts her attention to the floor.
Adam: Hello…
Traj: Quietly. Hello.
Adam: … TALK TO PEOPLE… But I baareelly knooow this persooon. … I'm making a long silence so she'd think it was weird if I said anything now. … Oh, man. …
Traj: …
Adam: Finally blurts out. …Howareyou?
Traj: The floor is very interesting indeed. …I'm well. Barely even got a look at Adam to begin with even.
Adam: …That's good.
Traj: Short…ish. 5'6 at the most with short, messy hair. If one has figured out that she is indeed female, one could also notice that she's got an extremely slender build, not stickly or emaciated. Wearing a dress that is predominantly black and dark violet, the corset opening just to show a small section of her collarbone. Also wearing long black gloves as well.
Adam: You look a bit strange, but beggars can't be choosers. …wouldyouliketogotothefairwithmetomorrow?
Traj: That's rather sudden.
Adam: Just sorta starting at her with BIG GREEN EYES… Realizes he's supposed to look FRIENDLY, so he smiles awkwardly.
Traj: Not even looking up at his face either, unfortunately, but it is the thought that counts. Well… I…
Adam: Kinda frowns 'cause this is the part where she REJECTS HIM.
Traj: G…gotta check with Noel… imeanjoel. Or Nick…
Adam: Cocks his head to the side a bit. Doctors Joel and Nick? Are you a relative of theirs?
Traj: An… acquaintance of theirs… I'mnewhere.
Adam: Oh… Oh! Are you the new nurse?
Traj: Nods.
Adam: Smiles. That was quick. Easing up a bit now he has something to talk about. Holds out his hand. It's nice to meet you.
Traj: Raises her head to look at the hand, and uses that point to at least make it up to his face. Takes the hand very lightly. Nice to meet you too.
Adam: Smiles. …I'm Adam… Adam Crowley… By the way.
Traj: Forces a polite, but nervous smile to her face. …I'm …Nurse Remorena.
Adam: Ms. Remorena? Bows.
Traj: That is my name… Frowns. Stupid thing to say.
Adam: Um… Back to being awkward. …You don't have to come… to the fair… with me… if you don't want to… I just asked… I mean… I'd like to go… with you… Looks a bit confused. …
Traj: First time she's really been asked, ever. …okay. All she can manage.
Adam: Smiles and looks surprised. Really?
Traj: Nod nod. …If Mick… ImeanNick says I can…
Adam: Smile. I-I-I'd… like to get to know you! I mean… Since I won't be in the infirmary much anymore… Trails off again.
Traj: …That's good… That you're not going to be in the infirmary… since then you are not sick…
Adam: Oh… Yes, it is. Smile.
Traj: Glad that she didn't just get a blank stare from that. … Awkward…
Adam: Um… I'd ask Nick for you, but… I think I really owe him more favors than he does me.
Traj: I… well… that makes sense… if you were in there a lot.
Adam: Nods. …Well, I should stop holding you up. You can come visit me in my office, though… And um… If you can come, you can meet me at the front gate around 5 pm or so? And… maybe… you can go to the ball with me afterwards?
Traj: I would feel a lot more flattered if I wasn't close to having some sort of anxiety attack.
Adam: …If the doctors say it's okay.
Traj: …If you want to… Is this some kind of prank?
Adam: Smile! Looks genuine, at least. That's great.
Traj: Smiles back, and it is genuine, but still quite nervous.
Adam: Smiles more 'cause she smiled. Well, uh… I should let you go. But I'll see you tomorrow? Smile.
Traj: Y…yeah… I'll see you tomorrow… After I clean… bedpans and, oh god.
Adam: Bows. I look forward to it. Good night, Ms. Remorena.
Traj: Good night, Ad… si… Mr… Regent. Oh yeah, that's his name. Adsimister Regent.
Adam: Just call me 'Adam'! Smile.
Traj: …Is that allowed? Blinks.
Adam: Smiles and nods.
Traj: Smiles, but hides that quickly by looking at the ground. Okay…
Adam: Good night. Nods to her and turns to walk away.
Traj: Just stands stock still until he's gone.
Adam: Couldn't be happiiierrr… He just made friends with THIS WEIRD CHICK.
Traj: Once he's gone, kind of walk/jogs back to the infirmary.
Nick: Still sittin' around drinking tea.
Joel: She honestly thinks you're trying to kill her with 1% milk? You need out.
Nick: I know. But the pretty single women in this castle are few and far between.
Joel: …Maybe you should… Ahem.
Nick: What?
Joel: …Lower the bar, a bit?
Nick: And end up with a woman like Mother?
Joel: …Eeesh. Point taken.
Nick: Outta the frying pan and into the fire.
Joel: Out of the frying pan and into the funeral pyre sounds more like it… Oh, hello Tragedy. Who has just walked in. Did you get lost? Your room is that way.
Nick: Nods to her.
Traj: The… uh… Regent… Adam… wantstogotothefairwithmetomorrowcanI?
Nick: Stares. …What? Didn't get a word of that after "Regent Adam".
Traj: …Adam… wants me to… uhm… go to the fair with him… Shuffling her feet a little. It's not Nick and Joel that make her nervous, it's the subject matter.
Nick: Uhm… Looks to Joel. Mostly just relieved it didn't turn out that Adam had passed out somewhere.
Joel: Of course!
Traj: …so… it's okay…?
Nick: Yeah, sure… Already brushing elbows with royalty, I see. You move quick.
Traj: Flushes brightly at that and looks to the ground. Love the floor here.
Joel: There you have it. Now, to your room then.
Nick: Yeah, show the kid a good time. Chuckles a bit. Good night, Ms. Remorena.
Traj: I will… I mean… uhm… good night… Rushes out.
Nick: Jeez.
Joel: …Adam must be more desperate than… Catches himself before saying 'you'. Other boys.
Nick: Yeah, I saw where you were going with that.
Joel: Come now. Adam is regent, he could surely do a lot better. I'm sure even you agree.
Nick: Yeah, I'm sure he could. Handsome, powerful, wealthy… Intelligent… Well, no one really cares about that.
Joel: Unfortunately not. ..This could be bad.
Nick: Why?
Joel: Think about it. Adam has spent most of his time in and out of this infirmary. I don't know if he has had many friends, much less girl friends. He's probably a ball of raging hormones, and now that he's pursuing a… girl, I think, who happens to work under us…
Nick: Yeah? So? You think she's the type to just use him?
Joel: I can't say for sure, but even if that wasn't her intention, how kindly would he look on us if she came running to him telling stories about how we make her change the sheets and bedpans and other such unpleasantries.
Nick: She can't complain about it… It's in her job description. Be like us complaining about caring for the ill. Adam seems to have some amount of sense… Well, only time will tell if he lets his hormones get the best of him, I guess. I can't exactly imagine them raging at the sight of… her…
Joel: You make excellent points. Well, at least we don't have to deal with them any longer. Why don't you take off and try to find yourself a girl, then? I think I can handle things here.
Nick: Smiles a little. I just might…
Joel: That's the spirit!
Trajedie: Locked up in her room, trying to keep herself from panicking and picking out something to wear.
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Adam: Looks at the time. …We should probably head back to the castle… The ball's supposed to start soon.
Traj: Not dressed for a ball, fortunately. Casual wear. Alright.
Adam: About face and starts to head back to the castle… looks at her out of the corner of his eye.
Traj: Doesn't notice the observation. Looks much less nervous than she had during their impromptu meeting at the castle, and at the beginning of the fair at least. ..I'll have to get changed.
Adam: That's alright… I will, too.
Traj: I'll try not to be late…
Adam: Nod. I'm sure you won't be…
Traj: Nod nods. …Thanks for taking me to the fair. It was fun. Sounds sincere, but looks a tiny bit distressed after saying that. Probably should have waited until after THE BALL. Stuuuupid…
Adam: Smile. It was my pleasure! I had fun, too.
Traj: Smiles, part of it being out of relief.
Adam: Enters the castle. I guess it's here we part ways. I'll… Meet you in front of the ballroom, okay?
Traj: Nods. Alright… If this is a date, shouldn't I have held his hand or something? Stuupid… Or is this a date? Feels like one, I think.
Adam: Smiles. See you. Bows and off to his own room he goes.
Traj: Bows a little bit late, and turns to get ready herself.
Adam: Puts on his fancy robe… wonders if he should SLICK HIS HAIR BACK, but figures he'd just look like a VILLAIN.
Traj: Puts on a fancy dress that doesn't make her look like she's in MOURNING. Didn't even think she would have any use for it either. Good thing she had decided to pack it. Closet is filled with DARKER SHADES. Not black and purple per-se. There's some gold there, and burgundy, and even 'forest' green. Does choose the burgundy dress, more since she desperately doesn't want to be late. Close choice between gold and red.
Adam: Waits in front of the doorway to the ballroom.
Traj: A little late. Put on makeup and everything. Lips are a darker shade of red. When she does arrive, she bows her head. ..Sorry, I hope you didn't wait for too long.
Adam: Smiles a bit. It's fine. You look pretty.
Traj: Smiles sheepishly. …Thank you. You're handsome… I mean, you look handsome… Frowns. Worse at this than Adam it seems.
Adam: Smiles. Thank you… Goes a little red in the cheeks and offers her his arm.
Trajedie: Takes his arm, the frown turning into a smile when it seems that Adam didn't mind her awkwardness too much.
Adam: I want to introduce you to my parents.
Trajedie: Some may be a little off put by that, but she doesn't even see it as being forward. Rather, it's a relief to know that she hasn't messed up to the point of being an embarrassment. I'd be happy to meet them.
Adam: Looks for John and Jessie through the crowd, searching.
John: Not dressed in his royal guard uniform. Opted to dress more REGALLY. Might stick out due to his height at least.
Jessica: Wearing a long white dress with green embroidery and gloves.
John: Wearing a black suit with a high collar and a gold embroidery, hair is combed back to look less messy than how he normally keeps it.
Adam: Finds them! Mom… Dad… Smile.
John: Smiles to his son, less so at the stranger. Hello, Adam.
Jessica: Smiles. Hello, Adam… Who's this?
Adam: This is my friend, Ms. Remorena. Smile. Ms. Remorena, these are my parents, Sir John and Jessica Crowley.
John: Sir John. I like the ring of that.
Trajedie: Bows her head. A pleasure to meet you, Sir John, Jessica.
Jessica: Nice to meet you, Ms. Remorena. Smile. Happy to see Adam making friends!
John: Is as well! Smiles and nods his head. Indeed it is.
Trajedie: Wearing a burgundy dress. It's not extremely fancy, but the material does look rather nice at the very least. It's shoulder-less for the most part, save for the straps, and she is wearing elbow length red gloves as well.
Adam: Ms. Remorena's the new nurse at the infirmary.
John: A little curious as to why he keeps calling her Ms. Remorena. A new arrival to the castle, then?
Trajedie: I am, Sir. Mom seems nice enough, but the Dad doesn't look too happy to see me.
Jessica: …You're such a pretty girl.
John: My expressions are subtle.
Trajedie: Thank you, Jessica. Or should I have called her ma'am…? Or Miss Crowley? Gaaah. You look beautiful this evening. …As opposed to all the other evenings? Gaaah!
Jessica: Thank you, Ms. Remorena. Smile.
Music: Starts up!
John: Steps away from Jessica, to bow. May I have this dance?
Jessica: Smile. You may. Takes his hand.
John: Then surely I am fortunate. Smiles not so subtly! Leads her away to dance.
Trajedie: … Your dad is weird.
Adam: Smiles. Do you like to dance?
Trajedie: Smiles a little. I don't much… Would you like to?
Adam: I'd like to if you don't mind.
Trajedie: Offers her hand. I'd like to.
Adam: Smile. Alright. Takes her hand and they dance.
Trajedie: Doesn't even step on his feet once, but Adam does have to lead. It's the rules.
Adam: A pretty good dancer.
Trajedie: Finds it easier to follow than lead, so still no toe stepping. Also glad that he's not treading on her feet either. It makes it quite enjoyable.
Adam: As they dance. So, um…
Trajedie: Looks at him, waiting for him to spit it out.
Adam: What's your um… First name… if you don't mind me asking?
Trajedie: Oh… uhm… It's Trajedie… It's not a good name…
Adam: Tragedy? Blinks a little. Alright… Do you mind if I call you by your first name?
Trajedie: If you want… I'm sorry for not saying it earlier… the name is just embarrassing…
Adam: It's alright… It's unique…
Trajedie: It's spelled with j-e-d-i-e instead of a g-e-d-y… If you didn't mind… you could call me "Remorena"… but it's your choice.
Adam: Which do you prefer?
Trajedie: … A bit hesitantly. Remorena.
Adam: Alright then, Ms. Remorena.
Trajedie: …Without the Ms., please… Chuckles a little, though soon stops.
Adam: Sorry… Remorena. Looks a little embarrassed.
Trajedie: It's okay. He's very kind, at least.
Adam: Where're you from?
Trajedie: Not far from here, really. I live in town… well, lived. I guess I'm living in the castle now.
Adam: Oh. Were you born here?
Trajedie: In town?
Adam: Nods.
Trajedie: I was… though I've left there for awhile as well.
Adam: You're well traveled?
Trajedie: I wouldn't say well traveled.. I've been to other places, though… Like Astohnika.
Adam: Nods. I see.
Trajedie: …It's not very interesting, I'm sorry. Actually sounds apologetic too.
Adam: No, it's interesting… I-um… I mean… Uh… How old are you?
Trajedie: …Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age? …er… that's a joke, though… I'm seventeen, going to be eighteen in October.
Adam: Blushes. I-I-I-I'm sorry! I meant no offense.
Trajedie: You didn't offend me, honest. Seems to be a little more assured from the fact that he seemed embarrassed. Kind of nice to know that he really doesn't mean to be rude…
Adam: O-Oh… Well um… I'm eighteen… going on nineteen in January.
Trajedie: What day… if you don't mind me asking…
Adam: Blinks. The nineteenth.
Trajedie: …Is there going to be a ball then, too? …I mean… you're the regent… so… I guess your birthdays are… big.
Adam: O-Oh… No… I don't think so. It's not an especially important birthday or anything. Was wondering why she asked the date… maybe she wanted to figure out what astrological sign he was.
Trajedie: You'd be a pretty good guesser if you thought of that. Hehe… Here I was thinking that there would be a huge, fancy celebration.
Adam: I'm not really in to all of that.
Trajedie: What are you into? …Could have asked that in a better way.
Adam: You mean… What am I interested in?
Trajedie: Blushing from embarrassment, and nods.
Adam: Smiles a little to reassure her. Well… It sounds a bit strange, but I like learning new things… Anything that involves that, really. Mostly reading, but I like traveling and experiencing things for myself too. I haven't been able to do much of that, though, since I've been ill.
Trajedie: His smile, and hearing what he's interested in assures her quite a bit. It's good that you're not ill anymore. I'm sure that your job will have you visiting all kinds of places.
Adam: Nods. I've been enjoying my work a lot more lately. I'm hoping becoming more knowledgeable will help me be a better regent. How about you? What are you interested in?
Trajedie: That makes sense… Stares for a moment, as if surprised that he'd asked what she was interested in. Oh… I like reading too… and theater, but I don't mind reading the plays if I can't see them performed.
Adam: Nods. Are you interested in being an actress?
Trajedie: Oh, no… I couldn't be an actress. I'd much prefer just reading the plays, or watching them.
Adam: Alright… You like being a nurse, then?
Trajedie: It's… interesting. I've already learned a lot, I think. About cleaning.
Adam: Do you hope to be a doctor someday?
Trajedie: It's something I've considered… or at least be an aide. It's why I learned basic first aid to begin with… well… I actually learned because my uncle is pretty clumsy… but the medical field is still interesting.
Adam: Oh, my brother's pretty clumsy, too. Grin. Smile. Do you have any siblings?
Trajedie: I'm an only child as far as I know… Smiles, gaining a bit more confidence as they speak. Maybe you should learn first aid if you have a clumsy brother.
Adam: Well, he's not so clumsy anymore. He's the sword master here now, actually… Well, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to learn first aid regardless. Smile.
Trajedie: Brother is a sword master and your father is a knight, and your mother was former Queen of Atlantis. That's a somewhat impressive family you have there. Never hurts. More of a smile. …G…get it? First aid… It never harms…? …because it's used to…
Adam: Smiles. Chuckles a little, softly. Maybe you could teach me…? … Goes quite red and looks away when he realizes the subtext in saying that sort of thing.
Trajedie: I could if you wanted… Oh, wait… Goes red too. Not quite that quick on the uptake, and had answered without really thinking.
Adam: Coughs. U-U-Um…
Trajedie: Just a bit speechless is all. Still not treading on his toes at least.
Adam: The music ends. …I-I'll get you some punch, alright?
Trajedie: Y…yeah… okay…
Adam: Bows and walks away.
Trajedie: Quite red still, bows when he does, and watches him as he goes.
John: At least I enjoyed a non-awkward dance with my beautiful wife.
Adam: Oh man, I'm a loser.
Trajedie: I'm so stupid.
Adam: Comes back with punch. Hands her a glass.
Trajedie: The blush has at least drained from her face by now. Thank you, Adam.
Adam: You're welcome. Smile.
Trajedie: Takes a careful sip of the punch, not wanting to let anything ruin her makeup.
Elijah: Saunters over, holding Aidae's hand, who's pulling at her dress uncomfortably, followed by Vlad who's munching on a cookie. Hey there…
Trajedie: Looks to each of them in turn, offering a small smile. …Hello. Wonders if Adam knows these people, though she sees something of a resemblance. No need to jump to conclusions though.
Adam: Hey.
Elijah: Who's your friend? Dressed nicely, though not as nicely as John and Adam.
Adam: Her names Trajedie… Remorena… Um… Remorena…? This is my older brother, Elijah… And his children, Aidae and Vladimer…
Elijah: Nice to meet you, um… Trajedie. Bows.
Trajedie: Flushing a bit at that point. Still pretty embarrassed by her name, and offers a small bow in return. A pleasure…
Elijah: Wonders if she has a twin sister named Comedy and smirks a bit, despite himself.
Aidae: Just looks sullen because she was forced to wear a dress.
Vladora: Hi! Offers a sticky, cookie-crumbed hand.
Trajedie: Looks at the hand, values her clothing, so she waves. Hi.. You're Vladimer?
Vladora: It's Vladora.
Trajedie: I could have sworn I heard Adam call you Vladimer.
Elijah: Apologetically. That's his nickname.
Trajedie: … Smiles widely. You've got the same name as one of my favorite literary characters, and Adam is the nickname of my other favorite. This is cool.
Elijah: Smiles back at her. To Adam. I didn't know you had a girlfriend.
Adam: Reddens a little. W-We're just friends.
Trajedie: Also reddens. Thinks the floor here is quite interesting.
Elijah: Yeah, okay, I didn't mean to embarrass you all.
Trajedie: Good job at not doing that.
Aidae: Tugs at her dress. Sulk. Izzy's not even here.
Trajedie: …Are you the clums… The sword master here?
Elijah: Raises his eyebrows a bit. …Yes, I am… Would you like lessons?
Trajedie: Oh… no… Uhm… Adam just said that his brother was the sword master here… and… I can't… Hippocratic oath and all…
Elijah: Just stares, looking confused.
Trajedie: …I'm… uhm… the new nurse…
Elijah: Oh… Oh! Tries to look amused.
Trajedie: The effort is appreciated.
Vladora: Still holding out his hand to shake. …
Trajedie: Please don't make me shake your hand, these are really nice clothes.
Elijah: Looks down. Vladimer, your hands are dirty.
Vladora: … Wipes them on his pants and holds his hand out again.
Trajedie: Gaah… Begins removing her right hand glove, but stops and removes the opposite, and shakes the hand that is still probably all gross.
Vladora: I don't got germs.
Trajedie: That's good. I don't want to have to see you in the infirmary.
Vladora: Frown. Doesn't like shots.
Elijah: You don't HAVE germs.
Vladora: See? Daddy agrees.
Elijah: I was correcting your grammar.
Vladora: Gram-MAR. Look what I can do! Does a handstand.
Trajedie: That's nice… Is all of his family crazy?
Adam: … Music starts back up. …Care to go for another round?
Trajedie: Smiles. Yes, I would.
Adam: Nods to Elijah. See you later.
Elijah: Mmhmm. Bye. Nice meeting you, Trajedie.
Trajedie: A pleasure to meet you all.
Vladimer: Still doing a handstand. Bye Sad Lady.
Elijah: Vladora!
Trajedie: …Sad lady? Do I look sad? I hope I don't… I'm having a good time.
Aidae: Sullen.
Trajedie: Puts her glove back on and makes note to wash it thoroughly.
Adam: Begins to dance again. Sorry… my brother's a bit eccentric.
Trajedie: It's alright. It'd be dull if we were all perfect.
Adam: …He's a nice guy, though.
Trajedie: He seemed nice… You must all resemble your mother…
Adam: Nod. I have a pretty big family…
Trajedie: What other siblings do you have?
Adam: Well, Elijah's the oldest… then I have an older sister named Celena… An older brother named Feemy, and two younger sisters who are twins named Danielle and Rosemary.
Trajedie: That is a large family… Did you say "Feemy"?
Adam: Nods. Short for Feemerson.
Trajedie: Does he go by Feemz?
Adam: Um… sometimes… I guess?
Trajedie: Sorry for all the questions… I've heard of your brother then, a little. If he plays music that is.
Adam: Oh! He does… He's the bass guitarist in a band.
Trajedie: Nods. It's one of my favorite bands. Do you have one?
Adam: Smiles. Proud of his big brother! Oh… No, not really… Listens to CLASSICAL MUSIC.
Trajedie: You don't like music? That just seems odd.
Adam: I-I-I like music… But… I don't really consciously listen to it much. Um… I guess Feemy's band is my favorite.
Trajedie: Didn't mean to make you awkward. Maybe we could go to a concert sometime then. Said without the embarrassment, too!
Adam: Smiles. I'd like that.
Trajedie: Smiles. I'd like that too.
Adam: Spins her. I'm very ACCOMPLISHED, but I don't do much normal teen stuff. I-I hope you're enjoying yourself.
Trajedie: I am. Finds it a little funny how they seem to see saw with awkwardness at times.
Adam: I know it was a bit strange of me to just ask you somewhere… But I'm glad I did… I… I've never really had a friend before. Blushes.
Trajedie: …Well, I'm glad you asked, too… I didn't really have a whole lot of friends myself…
Adam: I'm having a lot of fun.
Trajedie: Smiles. Thought she would be boring and unpleasant to be around. I am too.
Jessica: Arms around John, head leaning on his shoulder… Or wherever her head can lean on John's TALLNESS.
John: Holds her close.
Adam: Just smiles at her, staring at her with BIG GREEN EYES.
