The Morally Conflicted Inner Musings of the Opera Ghost, vol. 30

[punjab_you]

*plotplot*

*schemescheme*

I do not trust M. Riddle at all-- but he seems to want to be my friend.

He has been nothing less than courteous to Christine and me. And it's not as if killing Hamlet is something I would not have done... and I, too, have tortured many

Comments

[un_petit_rat]

*gulps* Um.. M-m'sieur? *quite overcompensating for the cowering everything sensible in her tells her she ought to be doing*

Perhaps... Ah, rather, I noticed - but I suppose you must have realized already... If I can read this journal, couldn'tM.Riddle,too?

A-and, um. Aslongasit'sforChristine, *looks down at her feet*

*beckons to something out-of-sight*

This.. this is, He is........ from Il Muto. I call him "Bouton"

*pats an enormously fluffy sheep, unfastening the huge green bow from around his neck*

Please don't let Maman know I had him! He ate my hair-ribbons.

*looks away*

typist speaks!

[un_petit_rat]

[typist] *is utterly ashamed at herself*. At least it's not kittens![/typist]

Re: typist speaks!

[punjab_you]

*caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaackle*

Oh, Little Giry. So nice of you to stop by. And give me a sheep.

Such a nice sheep.

*continues cackling but stares at the girl oddly*

M. Riddle cannot read this. Nobody knows about Erik's secret plottings save for Erik. Not even you know about them, though you think you do. You have no idea, truly.

Now, run along, Little Giry. You wouldn't want to anger me and cause an... accident, would you?

*pats her on the head and disappears into a random!dark alleyway*

*swiftly pulls the sheep with him and a few pitiful bleatings can be heard before all is silent*

[un_petit_rat]

*O_O*

*nods like a mad thing: yes, and then no, at the appropriate times. All agreement, she is.*

Eep! *scurries away*

Pauvre, malheureux Bouton!