"And out came running the little orange man." Someone narrorated from the speakers, Jean running out onto the wonderfully built stage, doing a flip and landing on his stomanch purposely, getting up with a jump. "And here came the white one." Another male came running out, all in white, calmly looking around before his eyes landed onto Jean. "They each stared, and began to argue." the narrorater said, each coming up to one another. "Well, Orange is better than white! Simply because you can see me at night." Jean annouced into his small mic set that was attatched to him, puffing out his chest triumphantly. "Well, White is better than Orange! Mostly because we shine brighter than you!" The other male said, coming closer to Jean, a nasty little smirk on his lips. Jean gave a soft smirk as well. "If you think that, then prove it, Mr. Live Moonlight." Jean said, truning on his heel, giving a laugh. "Gladly, Mr. Die Romantic." The white character said, grabbing Jean from behind, giving him a quick kiss before running off stage. Jean turned, his rouged lips and cheeks red. "Hey you! Get back here!" Jean hollard, racing off stage. Some people gasped and left, muttering something about being queer and such.