Treason? Nationalist strife? We didn't do it.
"-- but it's currently not looking like we're going to do much to fix it, either," says a woman's voice, British accented with a slight twinge of something other, as she and a man slightly taller step through the door.
They're both wearing suits, and she has a cravat and he a fancy tie, like they've just come from some meeting.
The circlets 'pon their heads may state it's more than a business meeting.
"Wel, I'm sorry," says the man, "but it wasn't up to me! Okay. Part of it's up to me. But I can't get all of Parliament to shut up long enough --"
"You can't get me to shut up either!"
"I'm noticing that! Lower your voice, please," he adds piteously. "Can't take the levels."
"I'm sorry. Really. Shit, Max, I'm sorry, I know business about death by the hands of the king upsets you --"
"And why wouldn't it?"
The two of them stop, to look remotely sad and wistful for a moment, before they note the locale, and look at each other again.
"... how long have we been having this argument out loud, in public?"
"Hell if I know."
[These two together inspire serious headache for the mun, who may or may not beg slowtime at random intervals just to get their voices back together. So just a warning and previously established apology. :D?]
They're both wearing suits, and she has a cravat and he a fancy tie, like they've just come from some meeting.
The circlets 'pon their heads may state it's more than a business meeting.
"Wel, I'm sorry," says the man, "but it wasn't up to me! Okay. Part of it's up to me. But I can't get all of Parliament to shut up long enough --"
"You can't get me to shut up either!"
"I'm noticing that! Lower your voice, please," he adds piteously. "Can't take the levels."
"I'm sorry. Really. Shit, Max, I'm sorry, I know business about death by the hands of the king upsets you --"
"And why wouldn't it?"
The two of them stop, to look remotely sad and wistful for a moment, before they note the locale, and look at each other again.
"... how long have we been having this argument out loud, in public?"
"Hell if I know."
[These two together inspire serious headache for the mun, who may or may not beg slowtime at random intervals just to get their voices back together. So just a warning and previously established apology. :D?]