Date: 7 Jul 2025 20:17 (UTC)
themorbidsocialite: The Morbid Socialite with a serious and deadpan expression. (serious)
Dr. Malodrema stopped, swaying as he did to keep the weight off his injured side. He didn't look angry or spiteful, he just looked hurt, tired, his eyes ringed red with the stress of the night.

"Don't pretend you didn't see it," they deadpanned. "I'm no fool, Jane. It was at the top, uncovered, clearly visible. Do you really wish to fight a man with nothing left to lose? Are you certain keeping me here is the hill you're willing to lay upon? Make your assumptions, lay your fears and anxieties at your feet, but do not keep a man from escaping the confines of a place that cannot respect his privacy and is moments from casting stones. I ask, this once, that you move. Please."

"Fortunately for you, the moment I leave here, you will never have the displeasure of directly interacting with me again. You have my word."
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