This is not the way we planned

[belovedeath]

I don't like this curse. I'm wet and cold and I don't have my Johann here to warm me. Maybe I'll just drink hot coco With vodka and hide under the covers.

Johann's coat is all wet.

Comments

[shall_yield_us]

Is your hair an utter fright?

[belovedeath]

I keep combing it. Johann always loved my hair. If anything should happen to it ..

[shall_yield_us]

It'll frizz.

[belovedeath]

I know! I hate it.

[pitfallen]

Think happy thoughts?

[OOC: Oh lord that icon. Hilarious.]

[belovedeath]

.....

Without him there are no happy thoughts to be had ...

[ooc: You should see the full picture. Faust is giving Mafesto E a little band-aid.]

[pitfallen]

... Ah... Well... I mean, you're alive, right? Hahaha....

Do you at least have a roommate or something like that?

[belovedeath]

Oh, several.

And being alive only makes it worse. My darling wanted nothing more then to bring me back to life so we could be together.

[tenpointfive]

Ohh, Mrs. Faust. This curse is bloody terrible, indeed. If I could, I might join you for a hot cocoa or a spot of tea, but unfortunately, I've a thunderstorm over my head. I've had to exile myself outside for the time being.

[belovedeath]

I understand. I'll bring it out to you.

[tenpointfive]

Thank you, Mrs. Faust. That's rather kind of you.

[belovedeath]

Of course. Midnight will come soon.