(at their usual sushi place)

DASHA
*holds her tummy*
OOOF.. too much chicken terries

GEORGE
*holds his tummy*
leftovers will be soo good though

DASHA
mhm mhm

*the bill comes

i got a fiver on it

GEORGE
*looks at the bill and sees that it cost about five thousand dollars*
okay. *smiles and doesn't even think about the money. he's just happy she's there. for some reason she's the only person in the world that (still) has the ability to turn his fingers and emotions into complete mush*

want to go play in the park for a while?

DASHA
OOF... i should probably go take a nap

GEORGE
okay. *sings you are my sunshine until she falls asleep on the table*

DASHA
stop.. i'm getting.. sleepy. . .

GEORGE
mrawwoowow

DASHA
ki t te n. . *head hits table as she is absolutely knocked out now*

GEORGE
*scheming
hee hee... *takes out a black marker and draws a raccoon face on DASHA*

*CURTAIN*