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[naughtbutlife]

Who: Angelica and Sexby
What: Sexby has been stomping around all day and Angelica is oblivious
Where: Their cabin on the 7th floor
When: Wednesday night
Warnings: Possible mention of traumatic things like a prison-birth. Olde timey swearing. Married shenanigans.

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[naughtbutlife]

Angelica had wandered off into the bedroom to change when Sexby finally returned to their cabin. She heard him enter - he had a rather heavy gait when he wasn't trying to be stealthy - and hoped that all was well as she went to the door of the hall to greet him.

But clearly things were not any better. The expression on his face and the droop in his shoulders told her that something was still troubling him, and a look of concern creased her brow. "How now, sir," she murmured. "I was making you tea, but you look like you could use a little mulled wine."

[naughtbutlife]

Well, this was far more uncomfortable than it needed to be. "Aye, sir, the tea is for you. I know it helps calm you, and you seem fairly...unwell." Unwell being the gentle and polite term, and disturbed being the more blunt way of putting it.

Angelica adjusted the robe around her shoulders as she began closing the distance between them. "Sexby, what is the matter? Has something happened?"