Morning, shitheads.

Glad you spared us the torment.

Did I stutter?

Someone ought to liven up this place a bit.

Especially when she keeps quiet and fully clothed, I reckon.

Where shall he begin.

This ain't a bloody cabaret.

Press one for childhood trauma.

Ah, certainly she cannot expect him to disclose all of his deepest secrets so soon. He doesn't even know her name.

Indeed. Although those who do not fall into that specific category do resemble walking corpses. I'm genuinely concerned.

At your service, love.

Not even the forceful press of lips together successfully prevented a snort from echoing in response, which Edoardo atoned for by raising his palms momentarily. "Come again? We might as well have to settle for Eilonwy, Your Highness."

Students tragically lose their lives during a fire. The ones who lived to tell the tale: a party sounds 'bout right.

Your worst nightmare.

Someone with good taste around these parts. At last.

The extremities of his brims tug upward in what could resemble a smirk — if only subtle. "That was not ( exactly ) what I was expecting, but I've gotta give you credit for the twirl. Groovy, ain't you?"

Here's to hoping my supposedly other half falls off a cliff.

The pertinent question here is — why would I wish to be voluntarily incarcerated alongside someone I couldn't care less about.

❝𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.❞ ➴ ᏟᏫᎡᎠᎬᏞᏆᎪ ᏞᏆNᏚᏟᏫᎢᎢ ➹ ꮃꮖꭲꮯꮋ; ꭺ ꮮꮻɴꭼ ꮮꮖꮐꮋꭲ ꮖɴ ꭲꮋꭼ ꭰꭺꭱꮶꭼꮪꭲ ɴꮖꮐꮋꭲ ꮪꮶꭹ. ➸ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐔𝐄.