33 Apocalypse Ave., Jack's Room, Friday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

After that delightful werewolf singalong, Jack went back to his room. He planned to lie on his bed with his eyes closed and concentrate very hard on not singing anything.

He succeeded on the lying down with his eyes closed. He failed on not singing.

"You won't admit you love me

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[icecoldfrost]

Really, it was rather hard to resist poking at him when Emma could practically hear the tune vibrating in her skull. It was either acknowledge it by pointing and laughing, or pretend she was blocking him, which would probably be more insulting since Jack would know it for a lie.

So there was a light knock-knocking on his bedroom door. "Darling? Is it my turn to order food tonight or yours?"

[bitten_notshy]

"If you can do it without bursting into verse, go ahead," Jack said, sounding annoyed at the situation. "It's another singing day. Oh, and come in."

[icecoldfrost]

"I think that quite depends on what we order," Emma quipped, cracking the door just enough to slide in and shut it behind her, least they disturb the rest of the house. "If we pick something mentioned in popular music, the curse may hit me, too, and my singing voice isn't half as melodic as yours."

[bitten_notshy]

"And given I can barely carry a tune..." Jack sighed there. "There was a medley with Jackson and Derek. Like something out of a lupine Moulin Rouge."

In a softer tone, he sang, "I don't ever tell my girl I love her;
She just knows.
I don't ever have to say I'm sorry;
She just knows.
I don't ever have to tell her she's perfect,
Or that I'd be shattered if she went away.
That's 'cause my baby is a telepath.
I wouldn't want her any other way."