Yeah, heh, I know the feeling. Still, someone like you - can't be too hard to notice every little thing you do and compile extensive notes on everything, right?
[He should know better than to try and escape. Now he must suffer Audrey's wrestling moves as she tries to make him lay down with her.]
Don't worry, I'm just messing around. I don't think you like to follow me home and peer in my window at night. Although, if you did, I think it'd be kinda cute, just because it's you. Is that weird?
-hup! [He makes an undignified noise when he hits the floor and laughs, winded.] Yeah, I wouldn't do that.
Wha? No, not weird. Not even a little weird. [Does the not-weird look. Aka the one where he tries to look like he is as cool with this as possible. Looks like a dork instead.] Still don't do it though. Just, y'know. For the record.
[Audrey giggles, resting her hands behind her head, a serene smile stretching across her face.] That's good. I don't want you to think I'm weird, or anything. [One of her hands shifts from behind her head to pull Ted into an awkward one armed hug.] 'Cause if you thought I was weird, you'd probably stop coming over, and that'd suck pretty hard.
[And Audrey is completely and totally fine with that breach in the cool kid code.]
Closed shutters? Sounds kind of like a prison to me. [She frowns, furrowing her brow as she rolls onto her side to look Ted in the eye. For once, the dreamer actually looks rather serious.] Our shutters are going to be wide open, Ted. How else will we see all the truffula trees in our backyard?
[Aaaand all her smiles and cheer is suddenly gone. Did the air just get colder? Possibly. Though it might just be because of that sad, solemn frown on Audrey's face. Why did he have to bring up tree murder the business? Why?]
Your business. Right.
[She chews on her lower lip, wondering if discussing future events would destroy the space-time continuum.]
Maybe... Maybe it's not a very good idea? To continue the business, I mean.
That actually kind of hurts. Hurts right in the tree-loving feelings.]
I don't need a Thneed. I need a tree - so does everyone else.
[Crushing hopes and dreams to save the future really isn't all that fun.]
But there's not going to be anymore trees in the end. And nothing's going to get better. And there are going to be people who can only dream about a real tree; one that lives and grows and breathes. Nobody's going to smell butterfly milk or touch something softer than silk, because it's all going to be cut down to make Thneeds. And the worst thing is, none of them are going to care. Nobody's going to know what they're missing out on, since we've got electric trees and robot flowers.
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