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[color=silver][indent][indent][indent][color=silver]𝓨[i]our fair eyes were sad and bright,[/i][/color]

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[indent]𝓐[i]nd voice was so sweet.[/i]

[indent]𝓐[i]s sound of a pipe apart.[/i]

[indent]𝓞[i]r murmur of the sea.[/i][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/color]


	Finnegan was rattling some poetry as all this took place. His speech was slurred, and his body was strangely hunched. It was anything but appealing to any of the onlookers, and out of all the people, Lady Sylvia took the most embarrassment of it all. She felt as if she had been fallen for some latent buffoonery and saw that her own reputation had been corrupted by whatever shenanigans were going on. For this moment, the idea of a murder escaped her.

	“I shan't leave.” The woman placed her foot down. The padding of her dainty leather boot made a sound against the hard, wooden floor of the laboratory, “By this I mean, I have heard enough of all your monkeying around...” She refused to buy anything of what they were telling her, and yet despite her disposition, she was pushed from the dwelling place and left to conjure her own story about what she had seen, not to just save her own skin but to tarnish the one that was currently written about Lady Alyssana Grey. The mention of murder only made things more interesting. Lord Finnegan was obviously up to something that she would soon enough spoil with the help of Lady Grey's name -

	Walter shut the door quickly and turned the lock with a sudden click. The brass shifted and clinked to his twist. It was louder than he was used to having turned such an instrument, and he felt badly for it. However, now was not the time to apologize to door locks, even if Lady Alyssana would be understanding, “Y-yes... a [i]murder.” [/i]

	“Ap-ol-lo-logize for nothing, m-my dearest,” Finnegan raised a hand and suddenly, he fell backwards. He was much, much different from Lady Evelyn, but so was the way of this particular contraption. 

	“Oh, heavens!” Walter flinched as he scooped his body to catch Finnegan, who swaggered and eventually found himself in some sort of the same stance as he had found himself when he was lecturing Lady Sylvia.


	“L-lady Alyssana...” Finnegan raised his hand again, as if reaching out to touch her face. Why, yes, he so wish to feel the softness of her cheeks as he spoke. It seemed appropriate given his feelings of affection. They were verdantly much stronger than ever, and how he dare not hide anything from her in this moment. It would be a crime not to reveal them. He felt them so strongly that hiding anything would have killed him. Of course, the other two sober beings already understood (at least, hopefully) that what he was about to do could lead to a further incident.

	“Why, there goes not a moment when you are not on my mind...” And, again, why yes, he continued onward with some mushy lyrically said statements that only a many either madly in love or totally drowning in scheming debauchery for the virgin would unfold to a dame.

	All the while, Walter was fiddling with little trinkets, wondering if he could drug the man further into a slumber to get him to stop his laboratory serenade. However, this was a sudden error on his part to think he could do his brother any justice. 

	[i][color=silver]I'll talk over him![/color][/i]

	“Yes! Yes, there has a been... several m-murders...” He tried to mouth over Finnegan. This was all a chaos of ridiculousness. How was he supposed to say anything, let alone make Finnegan quiet his trap. It was the worst he felt, “I barely know much about it. Finny knows the most.”

	“Not now, Walter. Alyssa ne-needs to under...”

	“If you've noticed a flurry of missing persons in the paper recently, there have actually been more than usual. However, I think not all of them are even being reported. Apparently. Apparen-... Finny, please...” The man was pleading with the seemingly drunkard. Could the man not have been as docile as Lady Evelyn? Of course, not! That would have been convenient, “Shall I knock him out?” He asked evenhandedly. He was getting a headache dealing with all of this.
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