PC: PRIMROSE

[headmt]

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[femmefinale]

Not much seems to truly curb that silver tongue of yours, does it?

[ Primrose offers him a faint smile, even if concern is evident in her gaze. ]

You needn't talk if it pains you. Rather, I won't linger.

[ HE'S CLEARLY STILL A MESS. ]

[headmt]

[He laughs at that, and it's also wheezy, but. he doesn't seem that concerned.]

Absolutely not. Not even death has managed to stop it so far. Still blabbering on here, aren't I?

[femmefinale]

[ In response, she merely lifts her hand-- and presses a finger to his lips. ]

So you are. For whose sake, I wonder?

[headmt]

[Well she's told him to be quiet for four seconds, so he is. Just putting his hands on his hips, tail swishing a bit. Well? For whose sake, then?]

[femmefinale]

[ She's not prepared to answer that question.

But Primrose does lower her hand after a moment, sighing softly. ]

I will only say this once, so do not ask me to repeat it.

But I'm glad you still draw breath enough to speak so frivolously.

[headmt]

[He just grins at her, because. As always he is proven right that she is just very kind?]

I'm just as good at listening as I at running my mouth. So I'd never ask you to repeat it.

... Glad to get to see you again too.

[femmefinale]

[ He better not start, she will shut down any kindness talk immediately. ]

You had many people worried, Molly. Pray do watch your step in the future so that I won't find them weeping in the corridors.

[ Yes, that's what she truly wants to avoid. ]