Chapter Twelve; Spooky Little Girl
Crawling, on the planet's face. Some insects, called the Human Race. Lost in Time, and lost in space... and in meaning.
Don't dream it, be it.
October 31st, 2005 3:51:09 CST
Feeling: Spooky
Music: Spooky Little Girl Like You; Classic Four
I'll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.
It's Halloween! The best time of the year, especially in New York. All the freaks come out and it's as fun as hell. Especially when you like in the artsy communities/ the communities that have really low rent so all us bohemians can live here. And bohemians have the best costumes. I'm going as Lucy Westenra this year, an excuse to wear a corset and be sexualized. Lucy was way more fun in the novel than Mina, much more like me. Not that I'm conceded. We're not doing anything today at the company, just having a party. Then there'll be more parties tonight. Hell, we don't go in to the theater until seven. I'm board. I've had nothing to do all day. Well, I take it back. I slept in so I can stay up late, I did my hair and make up and sucked into this costume. But other than that I've done nothing.
Elizabeth's cell phone ran as she shut down her computer and contemplated running down to the corner bodega for a bottle of wine and a joke.
"Madam Luci's." She said into the phone.
"Elizabeth? It's Darcy." It was Darcy she wondered slightly how he got her number, but remembered that she had his somewhere in her phone.
"What can I do ya for?" She asked.
"This sounds silly, but I need some help with my Halloween costume. Georgiana's busy." He said a little embarrassed.
"What do you need?"
"My make up done." Elizabeth burst out laughing. "Hey, you should only be laughing if I did know how to do it."
"Touché. Why don't you come over here so I can use my supply if need be."
"Okay. Where do you live?"
"No laughing."
"None."
"352 Elizabeth Street Floor Six Studio G. There's a doorman just tell him you're here for Elizabeth, he should let you up… Oh how normal do you look?"
"I look fine. 352 Elizabeth Street Floor Six Studio G." He said repeating. They rang off and Elizabeth looked around her apartment. It was clean enough and she had food but that didn't stop her from rushing about straightening up everything. She even made her bed which was silly because it was in a sleeping loft and not seen. She got done and still had ten minutest to kill with her book before Darcy arrived.
Darcy had never known anyone who lived in Nolita. He knew some people who lived in the area, but they had expensive lofts. This was truly bohemia. Darcy told the door man about Elizabeth and was let up without a second look. He found her apartment easily and knocked. Seconds later she was opening the door.
BOOBS! Was all he could think looking at her. Her dark hair was up in curls, her lips were red, and on her delicate neck were fang marks. She had her A cups pushed up and on display with a red corset.
"Come in." She said. Darcy stepped in and almost brushed the ceiling. He was like Andre the giant in her apartment.
"Who are you supposed to be?" he asked putting his bag down on the couch.
"Lucy Westenra…"
From Dracula." She nodded.
"And you, is this it – Mr. Prep 2.0?" he laughed and opened his bag.
"Nope. I am…" he pulled out his cape. "Count Dracula." He said in his best accent.
"Damnit, do you know how hard it was to get these fang marks? I had to go to the vampire down the street." Elizabeth said jokingly, Darcy laughed, it was deep and resonating. Has he always laughed like that? So sexeh? She wondered. It was sexy and his smile was enough to make you melt. Which she did, just a little.
"So what do you need done?" she asked trying to cover her small puddle of Darcywant.
"I was thinking a classic Dracula with a touch of Grandpa Munster. But it's up to the woman with the brush." Elizabeth smiled and opened the door to her bathroom.
"Step into my office." She said, he grabbed his bag and entered. But she was leaning against the sink and he got wedged between her and the closet. Her butt, her divine ass, was very close to his cough lower body. Both looked wide eyed into the mirror. HELLO! She thought I can feel that and he's not excited. He's gotta be HUGE! OH SHIT was all he thought, I hope she doesn't notice her affect on me. Down boy.
"This probably isn't going to work." Elizabeth said trying to turn in the cramped space. She ended up with her cheek against his chest. That wasn't going to work either. Darcy ended up with his arms her, throwing that sensation into the mix.
"Okay, plan C reverted to. You go left, I go right."
"Okay." He said trying to step with her.
"Other left." She said. With an 'Oh' he corrected himself, thus he stepped towards the shower, and she stepped out of the room.
"Bring your bag and get comfy on a chair." Elizabeth said, waiting for him to be seated before venturing back into the bathroom. She came out with a box and set it next to his bag on her tiny kitchen table. Then pulled her other chair opposite his, she assessed his make up supply.
"Your sister buy all this?" she asked.
"Some of it – most of it. The rest were bought with careful instruction. Why?"
"I applauded her – not bad at all." Elizabeth said opening a jar of cream and leaning towards him.
"What's that?" he asked as her greased fingers slid across his face working the white into his skin.
"Lotion – it keeps the make up from getting into your pours. Good to use any time you wear foundation." She said. As she worked the lotion around she looked at him. He was handsome. His nose was straight, his eyes hazel, and his smile make her gooey inside. She must've been staring because he asked,
"What?" Elizabeth was embarrassed and tried to cover with,
"What are you doing to your hair?"
"Slicked back and gelled." He replied.
"Then we shouldn't go farther on make up, you can need to shower and get your hair done." She said, he nodded and went into her bathroom. Elizabeth watched him go, and once the door was she thought, Ohmigod he's handsome. I'm in trouble. And she was, he was getting more and more attractive to her. And the more she thought the more she wanted to kiss him. This isn't good. "But why not?" another voice in her head asked. "Why can't we like him like that, he has no improper pride and didn't ruin George's life or Janie's. You can like him."
Darcy turned the cold water on and opened the closet. He found towels along side her clothes. For a second he pictured those clothes with his in their shared closet. That thought sent him into the strong spray. In the shower he observed the room as best he could. It was tiny but very clean with some eccentric attempts at decorations. Several suction cup rubber duckys that were certainly not normal. Her shampoo and conditioner were mildly expensive and formulated for thick curly hair, probably the reason for the price. He noted her pink razor and shower gel, something very feminine. He quickly finished his shower and banished all images and thoughts of sharing a bathroom and shower with her from his mind. He dried off and dressed. He then did his hair and returned to her. Elizabeth was reading the back of his make up – It was all laid out.
"How was the shower?" she asked. He rolled his neck and replied that it was fine as he took his seat opposite her again. She set to work. Elizabeth opened a bottle of light colored cream and began to apply it to his face.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Foundation, this looks to be about four shades lighter than your skin tone. You have a good natural tan skin tone. This will make you look like me, pasty and undead." She said smiling and dipping into the bottle again to get more of the liquid for his face. He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand and got some of the make up on his own fingers and smeared some on her chin, she was darker than it was, but not by a lot.
"You're not pale and undead, see, the foundation's lighter than you." He said, Elizabeth smiled and wiped the make up off with the back of her hand.
"Alright, but I'm close. I just don't keep color well, I'm pale, I burn – turn red, peal, go back to pale."
"You looked pretty good at the lake." Darcy comment allowing her to finish her foundation work on him.
"That's called tan in a can." She replied. She fingered a pencil while looking at him but eventually passed over it and grabbed a dark little pot and a brush.
"What were you thinking?" He asked she turned back to him slightly startled.
"Oh, nothing, how to proceed. I was going to go with eye liner, but you're a man, lucky bastard, and don't need it. So I'll just give you some dark circles." She replied dipping her brush into the dark powder. "Close your eyes." He did so as he asked,
"How does my sex have any sway on my make up?" he asked. He could feel the brush on his eyelids, it was an interesting sensation.
"That's easy, god gave man good cheekbone definition, and eyelashes that framed their eyes and didn't need any help. You guys have natural make up." She said, the brushing stopped but the sensation was soon replaced by another, Elizabeth was blowing softly on his eyelids. That was stranger than a make up brush, not bad but strange. It stopped shortly and she said,
"Open your eyes." She then had him look up as she brushed the powder under his eyes. She then made him close his eyes again and he felt more brushes go over his lids and under eye as well as a q-tip.
"Finished." She said pulling away and he opened his eyes. "Now we'll just hollow out your cheeks and do your mouth. Do you have fangs?"
"Hollow out my cheeks?" he asked.
"Yha, marathon man. Is it safe? Is it safe?" she said then burst our laughing. "It's a make up thing. You're almost done." She brushed different powders onto his cheeks and blew on them and q-tipped them before pronouncing that step finished.
"Do you have fangs?" she asked. He nodded and produced a pair that clipped on. "Put them in and then we can do your lips." He did so with out a mirror, he had been practicing.
"Okay, now hold still while I do your lipstick." She said, he did and as she applied the red to his lips she looked at them. They looked pretty damn good. Bad Elizabeth! She scolded herself No, no, no! She pulled back and Darcy retreated back to the bathroom to change slightly confused. When he reappeared Elizabeth greeted him. That queer look from summer was back in her eyes. What does it mean! His brain screamed.
"Well, how do I look?" He asked. She smiled,
"Perfect. Do you want to go get some food?" She asked, "There's an awesome Mexican restaurant about two blocks down. We could get a bite and then go to the party." Darcy agreed. I get to go to dinner with Elizabeth, things are looking up!
Café el Portal was a small but very nice restaurant that was only about a block south of Elizabeth's apartment. They got a table surprisingly; the café was apparently not the first thing people thought of when they thought Halloween. Elizabeth and Darcy weren't the only ones in costume thankfully. There was a tampon at the bar and a 'generic' couple against a wall. Elizabeth recognized several people and waved, she even knew the waiter, a tall man who was wearing a costume from 'Phantom of the Opera'.
"Hola Srta. Keene. ¿Cómo estás?"
"Hola Juan. Estoy bien."
"Srta. mi nombre no es Juan, pero Don Juan Triumphant." Elizabeth laughed at the ridiculous waiter who struck a pose.
"It's beautiful, I love it, it's perfect. What's Chris?"
"Mon ange Christine." He replied looking at Darcy. After the long sweeping stare Don Juan spoke to Elizabeth, "¿Quién es él?"
"Oh, Juan te presento a Will Darcy, el médico del ballet y mi amigo. Will, te presento a Juan." Elizabeth said.
"El es mono. ¿El es suyo?" Juan asked now eyeing Elizabeth humorously, Elizabeth looked at Will and smiled as she addressed Juan.
"Sí, él es muy mono, pero no él no es mío." The conversation soon switched and Elizabeth and Darcy ordered their drinks and Don Juan traipsed off to fill them.
"You speak Spanish?" Darcy asked over the top of him menu.
"No, not really. I took French in high school for the ballet. But Juan's been teaching me some Spanish. Do you?"
"Through high school but I also took some Latin and Gaelic." Darcy replied, a bit shyly. Elizabeth was surprised and pushed a little.
"Latin and Gaelic that's sweet! But any reason?"
"Well, it was suggested when I went into medicine that I take Latin – which I did. And I'm Scottish primarily so my father thought it would be cool for me to take something ancestral."
"That's cool. At least you know your past. My family slept with everything on the European soil. I've got more nationalities than the Olympics." Darcy smiled showing off his new fangs. Elizabeth felt the warmth that had settled in her a while ago go up a few degrees, he was truly handsome when he did that. Amazing what a smile could ignite. They discussed the menu for a while and how often she came to the café before Juan retuned with their drinks and took their orders.
"They did a great job with his costume. Are you familiar with Phantom of the Opera?" she asked.
"Familiar with it? It's Georgiana's favorite story and musical. I had to read her both versions to her every Halloween. I've got all the parts memorized."
"After my own heart! Now I must ask, Christine and Erik, or Christine and Raoul?" She spit out the last name like it was a bad taste in her mouth.
"G would kill me if I didn't go with Christine and the Phantom." Darcy replied. Elizabeth clapped.
"I love your sister. True, passionate love is the only kind of love."
"Then what of Charles and Jane, I don't doubt their love, but they don't seem the 'What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us?' type."
"I dunno, I got a call when Charles first flew out here that was very, 'I've already
Imagined our bodies entwining defenseless and silent - and now I am here with you' 'our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us?'"
Darcy couldn't help it she had spoken her lines in such lyrical tones that he had to finish the song.
"Past the" He began Elizabeth caught his drift immediately and followed suit, they finished the song in quiet harmony, "point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn. We've passed the point of no return." Darcy smiled, and if they hadn't had been in public she would've jumped him then and there. Every bodice ripper thought a woman could have and feel flooded her body. She had been in lust with him on and off all through their history together. But now was she falling in love as well? I could be possible he was just a man, just man, not a villain, she was allowed. But this battle would have to be in private. She thought as Darcy looked at her.
"So what is Georgiana doing for her Halloween?"
"A little night music." He replied thankful for the question bringing him out of his love induced stupor. He loved Elizabeth Bennet more than anything in the world but he needed to maintain some normality about it.
"That's very cryptic." Elizabeth smiled coyly.
"That's what it's called, she and her roommate, Christine Morte and some more of their friends are dressing up as musical characters, borrowing a studio and singing musicals the whole night for children. It's a trick or treat thing."
"Then we've got to go. What a clever idea! What is Georgiana to be?" Elizabeth asked leaning forward.
"Eponine." He replied. "They select a song from various musicals, generally ones that are being portrayed but not always, and they tend to do company songs. Like 'Master of the House'."
"It's just so awesome. Have they always been doing that?" Elizabeth asked. "NYU never did that kind of thing."
"It's because you didn't have Erik, Christine's boyfriend. He's a junior apparently, he started the tradition."
They talked through the rest of the meal and fought over the check but eventually were able to walk together to the theater that was only a few blocks away. It was decked out elaborately as it was every year. Although Darcy didn't know that.
"We love Halloween here at the company we really get into the 'spirits' of things." Elizabeth said walking up the steps to the entrance. Darcy laughed and held the door open for her and she passed under his arm with out ducking.
"Luci! About time!" Exclaimed Elinor who was standing in the lobby holding a twenty four pack of 'Flying Dog: Dog in Heat wheat' beer. She was wearing … curtains. Green curtains rod and all. Elizabeth doubled over laughing. "And doctor Darcy!" she said noticing his presents under his façade. If she thought anything she kept it to herself.
"Is the party that bad you need alcohol already… Scarlet?" Elizabeth said in between giggles.
"Not that you're hear now. Don't you like the outfit? I saw it in the window and just had to have it." Elinor said in her best southern drawl.
"Oh, yes I love it." Darcy said attempting to make Elizabeth move from her doubled over position and enter the auditorium. That room was decorated to the gills and the stage was now employed yet again as a dance floor. The members of the company were very comfortable with each other. And why shouldn't they be, they dance with each other every day. Prince Charming and Cinderella (more commonly known as Marianna and Chris) were dancing together while Margaret the Devil and Eleanor an Angel ate pizza from the flies with Wonder woman (Harriet) and a flapper (Emma). A baker had his ear pressed against the open door on the oven's stomach exclaiming that he could feel kicking. Darcy and Elizabeth approached the stage together smiling at their friends in their different costumes. Several people noted the Vampire and his victim and whispered to their partners but didn't let the couple see. Gossip was best done behind the back after all. Elizabeth smiled and chatted with people leaving Darcy to do the same. He drank his beer for a while watching and talking. King Edward Gardner was next to him talking idly with him about the company, Fitzwilliam still had things to learn. The whole time the king and occasionally his queen talked to him he kept an eye on Elizabeth. He couldn't help it, that night in the café had solidified every feeling he had ever had towards her, and everyone had been good. After a while he felt a need to hold her, the music and other happy couples could be to blame, or the beer, or the fact that he loved her, and he prayed that her reactions tonight meant that he had a chance. And he had always been a gambling man.
"Luci." He said catching her as she walked past, "A dance?" Elizabeth smiled and looked down at her bottle of beer before handing it to a near by Maggie who took it and finished it off.
"Was that a good idea?" Darcy asked as he led her to the floor.
"Given the alcohol ratios she's getting less in her system than if she did a shot of wine at communion." She replied smiling.
"I think your math is off but I'll trust you." Darcy said the next song began to play slow; it was 'Music of the night' from Phantom of the Opera.
"I love this song!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she stepped into his embrace for a waltz. She got very close both could feel it, they needed it that way. She rested her head against his chest and sighed contently.
"Last time someone did that they had an allergenic reaction to my corsage and had to leave the prom early." Darcy said. Elizabeth didn't say anything just raised a finger to his lips and silenced him for the rest of the dance. As they swayed he remembered words from the past. Dancing to Elizabeth is more intimate than sex. Fitzwilliam held her close and they got lost in Michael Crawford's magical voice, their trance didn't go unnoticed. There were hisses all around them but the couple didn't care.
After a few more songs Elizabeth looked at Darcy's watch.
"Oh! We better go see your sister!" She said and they began to make their good – byes. They took a cab to Lincoln Center and Darcy lead the way to the studio. Voices could be heard as they entered they slowly stopped. Georgiana rushed up to them in a perfect Eponine costume she embraced her brother first with glee and then turned with amazement to Elizabeth.
"Miss Keene!" She said surprised. Elizabeth smiled and drew her close kissing both cheeks.
"My name is Luciana please. How are you Georgiana?" Georgiana didn't get a chance to respond the room had put together Luciana + Keene.
"Ohmigod! You're Luciana Keene!" several people announced. Elizabeth and Darcy blushed as a wall of fans approached. What do you expect coming to an arts school? Elizabeth thought, she had forgotten she was famous, however mildly. Darcy stood off to the side as her fans surrounded her.
"Please! Please! I am here to see you guys." Elizabeth said smiling and blushing. That got everyone to back off a bit, but only a bit. "I absolutely love this idea, it's very creative. Did the kids enjoy it?"
"Oh yes." Georgiana said. Elizabeth looked around the room at seven students all dressed up.
"G, who are all your friends?" Darcy asked as soon as an opening presented its self Darcy took it. Drawing the attention to the kids and not Elizabeth. Elizabeth sent him a thankful smile. A young man to her left started, he was dressed as Henry Higgins.
"William Joel, Sophomore, vocal performance." A taller man next to him was in a perfect replica of Erik from Phantom of the Opera, down to the ring.
"Erik Destler, Junior, concert piano and opera, double major." He said. A small read head spoke up next; she was wearing something that Elizabeth assumed was 'Christine'.
"Christine Morte, freshmen, opera." This was Georgiana's room mate. Next was Henry Jekyll, real name Rich Martin, he was a violinist. His date was dressed as Kim from Miss Saigon, her name was Aiko Fishell and she was a dancer. Elizabeth instantly liked her. The last of the group was Elphaba, the poor girl was painted green, but was also a theater major, so Elizabeth knew she was used to it. Her name was Sarai McGee. There was some small talk now that the ice was broken; a lot of it was about the theater and Elizabeth's career.
"I could've gone to Julliard; there was a big fight over that in fact. You see the audition was a gift. But half of everyone wanted me here the other there so my father, who was for Julliard played his best friend who was for NYU in billiards and lost so they sent me to become a TISHie." Elizabeth said, it drew laughs. After a while Darcy looked up at the clock.
"Luc, it's almost three, someone's going to turn into a pumpkin if she doesn't get home." Darcy said.
"Can't be me, must be you." Lizzie replied. Darcy shook his head.
"This someone is about five three, ten pounds, and has a foul mouth." There were more laughs.
"Before you go, we gotta sing!" Aiko said pushing Erik to the piano.
"Life after life." Christine told her boyfriend who nodded and began to play. The men soon began the part.
"This is just the beginning, it isn't an end. This isn't a funeral, more of a christening. There's no need to wear black. This is just what I came here for, and the war has begun. I'm creating my dynasty, the dark side of the sun. Life After Life, you won't need flowers on your grave. You won't need prayers, you have no mortal soul to save. No one should mourn, no one should ever shed a tear. The reward I am offering, shines brighter than Gold. Life After Life You are only the spirit, the first of my kind. It's a matter of time before London belongs to us." Darcy was a little late because it took a push from Georgiana and a look from Elizabeth to get him going, but he had in the end joined.
"Every night someone new, every victim a midnight feast. They will fall one by one, and our empire will quickly grow. The Dark side of the Sun Life After Life This is the prize I give to you. Find your new world, and see what damage you can do. Together we will prowl these quiet moonlit streets." The girls began.
"Choose your prey carefully."
"And Let it begin"
"Life After Life Go and quench your new thirst, drink the blood of the innocent."
"Those who are without sin, taste the sweetest of all. Life After Life."
"You(I) won't need flowers on your(my) grave. You(I) won't need prayers, you(I) have no mortal soul to save. Together we will prowl these quiet moonlit streets. Choose our prey carefully and Let it Begin. Life After Life After Life After Life After Life After Life After Life After Life After Life After...LIFE" Everyone knew their parts and sang appropriately and they ended on a high note. With much love Elizabeth and Darcy left the party. They took a cab back to her home and Darcy walked her to her door. They entered and he collected his stuff.
"I had a great time tonight." Elizabeth said smiling as she walked him to the door. "Your sister is a wonderful young woman. You've done good." Darcy smiled.
"She's all I got. I think that everyone enjoyed this night. I definitely did." They were standing across from each other in front of the door, there was a very small distance between them touching and it was closing fast. Elizabeth stood on tip toes and kissed his cheek.
"I'll see you Monday." She said. Darcy was surprised and happy, thus couldn't say a thing other than 'Yha, good night'. And leave in a daze. Elizabeth walked out onto her fire escape and tried to watch him leave, not remembering that the street was the other way.
Crawling, on the planet's face. Some insects, called the Human Race. Lost in Time, and lost in space... and in meaning.
Don't dream it, be it.
November 1st, 2005 5:15:54 CST
Feeling: Tired and confused
Music: In His Eyes; Jekyll and Hyde, Original London cast
Everything worth living for is there, in his eyes!
I expect everyone of my crowd to make fun Of my proud protestations of faith in romance, And they'll say I'm naïve as a babe to believe Every fable I hear from a person in pants. Fearlessly I'll face them and argue their doubts away, loudly I'll sing about flowers in spring, flatly I'll stand on my little flat feet and say Love is a grand and a beautiful thing! I'm not ashamed to reveal the world famous feelin' I feel. I'm as corny as Kansas in August, I'm as normal as blueberry pie. No more a smart little girl with no heart, I have found me a wonderful guy! I am in a conventional dither, with a conventional star in my eye. And you will note there's a lump in my throat when I speak of that wonderful guy! I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliché comin' true! I'm bromidic and bright as a moon-happy night Pourin' light on the dew! I'm as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July! If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy! I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May, A cliché comin' true! I'm bromidic and bright As a moon-happy night Pourin' light on the dew! I'm as corny as Kansas in August, High as a flag on the Fourth of July! If you'll excuse an expression I use, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful guy! You heard me. I'm in love with Fitzwilliam Darcy. He's smart, he's tall, and he's HANDSOME. I had a great night he came over and filled my apartment in so many ways. He seemed to fit, he just looked right. Like he belonged there. And he handled himself well in my area. No comments on my studio. Didn't blink as I talked about cross-dressing lovers. He's and Erik/ Christine shipper! I love him! Forget all else I've said about him. Other than my love. After the company party we went to see his sister at Julliard. Her and her friends did this awesome musical thing. Darcy can sing! And Georgiana is a sweet girl. But her friends recognized me so I was famous. Like always that is a pleasure and a pain. But Darcy was so good. Stepped in and back as need be. I love him.
AN: Let's see… the Café and street are real, but I know nothing about them. I live in Iowa, remember that folks, I don't know a lot about this world. Also I don't know about all that stuff I said about Julliard v. NYU
The Spanish says,
"Hola Srta. Keene. ¿Cómo estás?" "Hello Miss Keene. How you are?"
"Hola Juan. Estoy bien." "Hello Juan. I am well."
"Srta. mi nombre no es Juan, pero Don Juan Triumphant." "Miss my name is not Juan, but Don Juan Triumphant."
"¿Quién es él?" "¿Who is he?"
"Oh, Juan te presento a Will Darcy, el médico del ballet y mi amigo. Will, te presento a Juan." "Oh, Juan I present you to Will Darcy, the doctor of the ballet and my friend. Will, I present you to Juan."
"El es mono. ¿El es suyo?" "He is cute. He is yours?"
"Sí, él es muy mono, pero no él no es mío." "Yes, he is very cute, but he not is not mine."