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“O-oh! No I… I noticed her. I was just…” The Beatles replied nervously to Night Vale and Homestuck, realizing that there was no easy way to explain himself out of the situation. And he couldn’t think of much else to say to save face before said flying fandom came hovering towards him. Thankfully she didn’t seem too bothered by that, though — instead she just apologized for the damages to his house. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m sure I can get it fixed before long.” he told her. “And um… sorry for saying what I said just a moment ago. I meant nothing by it, really. It’s just that…” he paused for a brief moment to formulate some sort of response. “It’s just that you looked so breathtakingly gorgeous up there — painting the sky with those shimmering colors — that I mistook you for a girl from my dreams.” he finished, smiling cutely up at her. Nice save, Beatles. he told himself. Way to think on your feet.
“Hmm… I don’t suppose you have any magic powers you could use to fix it up?” he asked in response to her offer to make up for it in some way. “Ah, if it’s not too much trouble, that is.” he quickly added. “If you can’t, I can probably ask Doctor Who about it later… he probably has some sort of alien thing that could help.” he mused, partially just thinking out loud.
“Hmm… I don’t suppose you have any magic powers you could use to fix it up?” he asked in response to her offer to make up for it in some way. “Ah, if it’s not too much trouble, that is.” he quickly added. “If you can’t, I can probably ask Doctor Who about it later… he probably has some sort of alien thing that could help.” he mused, partially just thinking out loud.