nine and forty. sing-song-spam!

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica and Sexby are walking through the halls. They're just having a nice little stroll - nothing fancy. They converse as they walk, speaking of inmates and insomnia, but mainly the flood and the songs they have been treated to thus far

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[naughtbutlife]

[Where was the humiliation? No, seriously, where was it?

Instead Angelica puts her hand to her breast, smiling as she dramatically leans against a wall and looks away from him.]

New and a bit alarming!
Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

[Eyelash flutter. She turns back to look at him.]

True, that he's no Prince Charming
But there's something in him that I simply didn't see!

[naughtbutlife]

[Angelica gives a little swoon and begins to fan herself. Though the egg thing...didn't they know someone who did that?]

Look there he goes
Isn't he dreamy?
Monsieur Sexby [Monsieur?]
Oh he's so cute!

[She twirls a little as she runs along, finding another wall to lean against and swoon.]

Be still my heart
I'm hardly breathing!
He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!