The princess makes plans.

[bramblesgaveway]

Comments

[bramblesgaveway]

To what? Paint my apartment?

[hatesbears]

No, to braid your hair and put in pretty little bows whilst he slices through your arteries.

[itwasnotso]

Cute. I don't do surgery without appointment.

[hatesbears]

The way you find synonymy between butchering and surgery, gosh darnit and a bucket of sparkles, it just FILLS ME TO THE BRIMMING with confidence.

[itwasnotso]

Slicing through arteries? Unfortunately, it appears to be an apt description of both, the last time I checked.

[hatesbears]

All depends on whether you fucking need it, and she fucking doesn't so fuck off.

Reynard.

Nothing fucking stopping me from telling Charlie, the Princess's knight in amputated armor, that you, not Kuhl, were responsible for a little Ripper conundrum a while back.

Rose.

[itwasnotso]

[...]

I had nothing to do with it, and I believe we have some higher authorities who can vouch for my innocence in the matter. It's a useless case, Rose. Drop it.

Reynard.

[hatesbears]

"it was HIM, Charlie, I just KNOW IT. It was like a knife running through my stomach, he just, he's OBSESSED with her--"

This point I'd pull back my artfully convered hair, to reveal a mass of black-eye, maybe tear up a bit.

"He HIT ME, Charlie, made me promi-- I just. i just don't know what to fucking do, I'm only a kid."

Rose.

[itwasnotso]

I have no doubt you could make the accusation if you like, and bat your lashes winningly as you did so.

But an accusation requires follow-up before any type of conviction, and believe me, the librarians would know my innocence better than this Charlie. And because this is more of a tale issue than anything mundane, I'm afraid the Atheneum trumps your theatrics. My apologies, my dear.

Reynard.

[hatesbears]

Your fucking problem, Fucknard, is that you don't fucking consider the fact that Charlie won't fucking care. Too fucking BOWLED OVER and EMOTIONALLY ATTACHED and TRULY, MADLY, DEEPLY does the one-legged fuck care for her, that the Atheneum won't matter.

Set of scalpels (blades #10, #11, #12a, #16, #17, #18, #24), chloroform, a lesson, and I'll back the fuck off.

Jess.

[itwasnotso]

Hmm.

No. I don't think I trust you with sharp instruments.

[bramblesgaveway]

Hair's too short to braid.

[hatesbears]

Don't grow it.

[bramblesgaveway]

Wasn't planning on it.

[hatesbears]

Good. it looks fucking shit short, and it's hard fucking enough at work with you already fucking looking like some retard's wet dream.

[bramblesgaveway]

You're welcome.