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022: [ voice ] The Hills Are Alive

[ there's a sound of pages rustling, as though someone is flipping through something. maybe a book, maybe a magazine. Then comes soft humming, before Taxon is treated to: ]

Girls in white dresses with no stupid sashes
Men with their briefs hanging low on their package
Rappers and singers glowing bright with their blings
These are a few of my favorite things

Parties and soirees and Oscar night fever
Scandals and horrors and fashion disasters
Collections for winter and summer and spring
These are a few of my favorite things!

When there're glitches, those damn bitches,
When I'm bored as hell
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I do feel sooooooo swelllllllllllllllllllll.

[ silence. then the sound of someone chuckling. ] Good thing my tablet's turned off--

--oh, crap.

[ ooc | song is a modified version of The Sound of Music's My Favorite Things. I DO NOT APOLOGIZE. ...although I should because tags will be slow until Saturday :( I just can't resist! ]

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"You're walking right into a comment on that, but I'll skip it. Hang on." Harvestman leans forward and tries, really, really hard to look sad and pathetic.

A second later, he laughs. "Shit, I can't do it. Wait 'til I'm really flat broke."

Cordelia chuckles. "No, you really did look pathetic - but I still won't give you money, buster."

"Would it help if I didn't shower and hassled you until you gave me money to go away? That usually works." He has the best job skills ever.

"So your boyfriend's kind of a headcase, ain't he?"

"Ew! Don't even think about going within a mile from me if you didn't shower." This is said in all seriousness, Harvestman. Don't even try it.

Here she'd just... shakes her head again. "He's a... he likes to exaggerate. A lot." She waves her hand dismissively. "I told him you're harmless, so. As long as you don't try something funny, you won't have a problem with him."

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"That would work, won't it?" He's taking mental notes here, Cordy.

"Something funny. Yeah, I ain't all that funny." Harvestman leans his chin against a hand. "You were right, though, he's really damn hot. Shame he's dead and all."

And, uh, straight, Harvestman, remember that part too.

"No," she replies, raising a brow. "Not really. You won't even get a chance to get near me; I swear it."

And Cordelia will just grin here. "You're right, though. Angel's like the personification of hot. I told you I have good taste."

She missed (regardless of whether it was on purpose or not) his jab at Angel's current living status. He raises an eyebrow, rubbing his chin.

"It don't bother you none? That you age, he don't."

Fact is, Cordelia's used to Angel being dead. Kinda mocked him several times about it and all. Others pointing it out to her doesn't even make her flinch.

She shrugs at the question. "If I really think hard on that - it does," she says, honestly. "I mean - one of these days I'm gonna be a cougar and he my hot, young boyfriend, you know? But we already talked about it, and he said things won't change even then, so."

"No, I wasn't saying he would." Harvestman shakes his head, leaning back with a shrug. "You know what, never mind. It don't matter."

"Well, it's obviously important enough to bring up," Cordelia says. "What gives? Spill."

Harvestman just smiles. "Nah, it ain't important. Don't worry 'bout it, I mean it."

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