VI. Punchdrunk.

[maleficentia]

For Christ's sake, there is a difference between COMPLICATED and COMPLEX. Why'd you have to go and make things so COMPLEX /// Why'd you have to go and COMPLICATE things.

[...]

and that will be all.

[...] For that matter, why in the world is that woman allowed to exist

Comments

[weekafternext]

Is this supposed to be a deterrent?

[maleficentia]

Oho Anne, this is why we get along so well.

I'm not actually positive where he's wandered off to, to be honest.

[weekafternext]

And here I thought it was my charming personality.

Oh, dear. I should hate to think he was roaming about, attempting to wreak ill-fated mischief before that--what's her name? That Sophie of his comes round to retrieve him.

[maleficentia]

Yes, well, clearly I don't put too much stock in charm.

Shh don't speak her name. My acute senses have picked up on the fact that she thinks I am a bad influence. Unfounded accusations, clearly. I am a fucking angel.

[weekafternext]

I'm wounded, darling, really.

Goodness! Consider her name unspoken, then, my love! Your public sainthood is restored.

[maleficentia]

It was an indirect compliment; really, Anne.

Well that's a relief. Wouldn't want to disappoint the hordes of screaming fans.