Gonna Do The Best I Can.

Oogie McKeen || Twenty-three || Pianist || Better watch your back.

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Well,

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*rolls his eyes* Of course you do.

[oogie-mckeen]

*bats her eyelashes sweetly* Duh. Now, for the millionth time, go and do something other than annoy me.

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Well,

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At least you don’t have to worry about rejection, right? *chuckles* I’m sure I’ll pull through, but thanks for the consideration love.

[oogie-mckeen]

*shrugs* No, I occasionally reject myself, just to keep things interesting. 

[lockfright]

Well,

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Well damn. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to go on living now that I know that the Queen Bitch isn’t in love with me.

[oogie-mckeen]

Unfortunately, my one true love remains myself, babe. But I'm sure I could direct you to a reputable therapist if you need to get over your infatuation.

[alice-the-little-liddell]

Well it’s nice meeting you Oogie. What do you do here?

[oogie-mckeen]

Terrorising people and getting under teacher's nerves. Oh, and piano. 

[lockfright]

Well,

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*wiggles his eyebrows, smirking* Oh wow, we’ve gone from ‘visually tolerable’ to ‘mildly attractive’? You must be falling in love with me, Oogie McKeen.

[oogie-mckeen]

Sorry to disappoint, sweetcheeks, but you're not my type. 

[lockfright]

Well,

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Since when was that how it goes? Ugh, I bet your hair and your dignity that you care more than me.

[oogie-mckeen]

*lightly smacks him over the head* Not my shit. I swear, talking to you is like talking to a mildly attractive brick wall.

[lockfright]

Well,

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Well, my mother doesn’t have a Porsche, so have fun with that.

[oogie-mckeen]

That's when you bet something of equal value, idiot.

[lockfright]

Well,

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Considering you’re at this fucking school, I’d presume you care at least a little about music and passing.

[oogie-mckeen]

Maybe a little, but I'll bet you my mother's Porsche that you care more. 

[lockfright]

Well,

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*sighs, laying back on the sofa he’s sitting on* Besides, don’t you have stuff to be studying?

[oogie-mckeen]

Sure, babe, but who here actually cares the most about music, oh, and passing? 

[alice-the-little-liddell]

Thank you. I appreciate that. I’m Alice.

[oogie-mckeen]

Oogie, pet.

[lockfright]

Well,

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*puts on a whiny voice, pouting dramatically* Noooo! I’d sooner die than study. The word studying has ‘dying’ in it for a reason!

[oogie-mckeen]

Suck it up, princess.

[lockfright]

Well,

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Probably just because I can’t really afford to get on your bad side at this point.

[oogie-mckeen]

Mm... that sounds about right. Now stop procrastinating studying and go do something before you start blaming me.

[lockfright]

Well,

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Why do I even put up with you?

[oogie-mckeen]

Beats me, sweetcheeks. 

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Well,

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I’m pretty sure I should be offended by the fact that you’re implying that I’m not good at guitar.

[oogie-mckeen]

Oh, I didn't say that. You know, not that I'm disagreeing.

[hawkeyewrites-archive-deactivat]

"Is that your way in wanting me to guess? You outta come up with something less original, love."

[oogie-mckeen]

Funnily enough, originality isn't super high on my list of priorities. 

[hawkeyewrites-archive-deactivat]

"Alright, you seem to have made you’re decision. What category do you fit in then, lovely?"

[oogie-mckeen]

Now, what fun would telling you be? 

[lockfright]

Well,

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*scowls, swatting her hands away* Don’t mock me, you shit. Like you’re a perfect student anyway.

[oogie-mckeen]

*bats her eyelids* No, but I'm good enough at piano to pass on those marks alone, sweetheart.