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More scripts! I was thinking, I don't write enough Melanie stuff. Then I was thinking about how Emily goes off to see Cross which ends with them walking around doing stuff and talking. So I figured after awhile, Melanie would start pushing for Emily to be more open and more feminine. Ya know, mom-like stuff! And this was what came out....

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Emily: *cthulu, Is brushing out her hair infront of a mirror.*

Melanie: *floats around her* Lady Emily! Just what do you think you're doing?!

Emily: : < *squints a little* Bru..shing my hair.....?

Melanie: >: <

Emily: : < *still squinting a little nervously* What...?

Melanie: You're going to go see Cross right?

Emily: Yes...? Why? *goes back to brushing her hair and then twists her hair up*

Melanie: *smacks Emily's hand* >: < No you don't!

Emily: >: < Quit that! What's your problem, Melanie?!

Melanie: D8< Are you planning on going onto base today? Hmm? Isn't this your day off?!

Emily: Um...yes...

Melanie: Then why on Earth are you wearing your uniform?!

Emily: : < Because I...er...well...

Melanie: D8< First of all leave your hair down! *poof! Goes into her human form* See, fix it like this! Much prettier! *messes with her hair*

Emily: >_> You're making me vastly uncomfortable....

Melanie: I always wanted a daughter. ^_^ Anyways! D8< There. Pretty. If you're gonna go meet Cross then you should look more presentable!

Emily: Uh, why?

Melanie: Because you want to make a good impression, don't you?

Emily: But Cross knows I'm professional and--- : <

Melanie: *squint*

Emily: I guess it wouldn't hurt to look nice.

Melanie: *nods* Maybe a little make up?

Emily: But I wear enough make up. Eyeliner and mascara. That's good enough...right?

Melanie: >: < How about some foundation? Blush? Come on, Lady Emily! Work with me here!

Emily: What's the point though? Cross knows I have scars on my face. I can't decided to hide it now. That'd be too obvious!...........Not that I care or anything.... >_>

Melanie: Quick now! Go put on something more light and welcoming! I'll wait here and get the iron ready.

Emily: Um, alright...Christ, I'm going to go talk to the man; not going to go get married to him....Wait a second! Are you trying to marry me off again?!

Melanie: What?! No! My word, child, that was once! ONCE! I said I was sorry! : <

Emily: I was 17 years old! >: <

Melanie: Either way, it's not like you haven't thought about marrying him. >_> <_<

Emily: I---uh...I'm going to go get that dress now...