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[indent]𝓣[i]hey escape me.[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]

	“Yes! Right now is not the time...” Walter hurried in his response, grabbing hold of Finnegan's hand. His hand was warm, and Walter felt uneasy in more ways than he wanted to count.

	“Not the time?” Lady Sylvia raised her head, tilting such dominion of her attributes as she peered down at Lady Alyssana. It appeared all too well that the story might as well have been the truth. She had no reason to think otherwise, but with the vile creature that she sometimes let roam loose, especially during the political times of bringing down a potential adversary, the madamoiselle decided not to mind truth. She was willing to slip another card under her wrist, especially if it meant pulling the metal feathers from the wings that kept Lady Alyssana afloat.

[indent][indent][color=silver][i]She really had no use for the woman.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]
	And, instead of saying something so catty that makes the audience go, [i]Oh heavens, no![/i] Lady Sylvia merely said the blatant obvious words that were so fresh on her mind, “I really have no use for you.” Of course, she did not stop there. It would have been much too trite if she did. In fact, she cut her tongue through anyone who tried to interrupt her, like Finnegan's strange stance that was aggravating her to a point of indisposable annoyance. “If anyone is going to help poor Finnegan with an accident, it should be [i]me[/i].”

	Walter made a deer-in-the-headlight-half-smile, trying to think of what Finnegan would do if he was not so out of his wavy haired mind. He was drawing dimwitted blanks, as usual, “To be honest, I think it best no one... uhh, not even Lady Alyssana be around him, at this point in uhh, time,” he looked to Lady Alyssana, unable to tell if the face he was making was reading correctly. He did not [i]really[/i] want Lady Alyssana to leave, but then again he was uncertain if she understood. Oh, oh, yes and was his face being so brutally honest that --

	“There's been more than [i]just[/i] an accident, has there not?” Lady Sylvia's eyes narrowed. There was a hint of disgust in her voice, trying to hide some pain that Walter thought she was too slow to have not caught any of the social cues.

	“Y-you smell...” Finnegan raised his hand slightly in front of him, as if holding his fingers to play an instrument such as a lute or a harp or perhaps even just to tap at some invisible door chime as a gesticulation of the situation, "Lady Sylvia, you smell..." The title, name, and two other words were all he could say for several seconds and then a snap of the wrist with a closed fist, revealing that he had finally found his momentum to continue his speech, to everyone's dread.

	“Sit dow-” Walter attempted, but was merely lead off his track.

	“No, no. Lady Sylvia needs to hear this. It's so important for her well-being,” Finnegan began. His hand lowered to his side with the other gently making its way to cover the bum on his pants (insinuating that perhaps he would get a huge spanking through his trousers if he ever so believed that he would have not gotten away with being so disrespectful to a young woman, as high-class and fashionable as Lady Sylvia), “She smells,” he said very factually, “Not the good type of smell because everyone smells. I say this because I can smell her fear. It's so unbecoming, unlike Lady Alysanna's fear. It's as if Lady Sylvia has never once looked at herself in the mirror without any powder upon herself. She's never truly embraced herself. If anything, she's run and hidden herself from her fears. They have grown so unattended that they smell moldy, and... [i]Oh! Oh! [/i]  How the mold has [i]grown!”[/i] Finnegan held his closed with the hand that was once behind him, and with his other hand, he was mocking a fan as to explain the stench that had just now plagued his laboratory upon Lady Sylvia's arrival.

	“Y... you should really--” Walter made another attempt, but he was interrupted by Lady Sylvia, who encouraged Finnegan to continue. She was reddening in the face, which said much about the amount of make-up she had chose to wear. Perhaps, if she had not worn any blush...

	“Good,” Finnegan responded to Lady Sylvia, “Everyone ought to hear this! I may mock and jest with boyish kind that Lady Alyssana stinks upon occasion, but the fact of the matter is, I could not be further from the truth! The woman smells absolutely delightful, as a flower. I could never truly replicate her precious aroma. It's as a jasmine and a rose and even say... a gardenia, a sweat pea and most importantly, human. That's right. One of the most gorgeous smells I have ever smelt was that of a human, which is beyond me why [i]most[/i] humans smell as animals. I say it's because they act as animals, and dare I say some animals smell even better than their human counterparts? I shan't dare, but I shall spill the truth. Most humans are animals, and I believe Lady Alyssana to be the most human of them all. There is no aromatic gem that I could possibly conjure to make her--”

	“Enough!” Lady Sylvia suddenly cried out, “I've heard enough...” She swallowed and fumed from her nose. As much as the woman thought she could mind the words, “I am uncertain as to what sort of what is happening here. I believe this to be more of a circus than a perfumery,” her words were hesitant but held an under-oath of cursory, “You're acting more as a ringmaster than anything, right now, and I shan't stand to be mocked as an ignorant audience.” Her hands raised as she made a sarcastic clap, “But, for you, Lady Alyssana, the biggest clown in the room. I am sure Mommy and Daddy will hear all about this.” 

	Before Walter could say anything, Lady Sylvia shot him a glance that shot daggers at him, and he was left speechless.

	As for Finnegan, he was, again, bound to the nursing affects of his own contraption, lost in a soothing lull, stifled (or is it sniffled?) by Lady Sylvia's presence, but nonetheless cured by the one of Lady Alyssana.
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