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themorbidsocialiteThe Morbid Socialite- Dr. Mementomori Malodrema- had been at his writing desk, as usual, when Tularemia found her way through the crack in the brickwork and slinked her way into the flat, a note tied to her neck. She seemed pleased, evidence of spider-shaped treat crumbs dotting the corners of her mouth. Mori took the note from the ribbon and looked it over. He smiled, folding the note again.
"An Invitation from the Professor. Ángel was such delightful company last week, and quite knowledgeable as well. It would be an honor to meet with them again. What are your thoughts, dear? Would you like to meet Noa again?"
Tularemia danced circles around the Socialite's ankles, giving a resounding 'Yes!'
Mori laughed and pulled a sheet of paper from the stack. "I'll send the respondés vous. Tomorrow, five in the afternoon should do it. Just in time for tea."
Having written his acceptance, the Morbid Socialite tied the note around Tularemia's neck and sent her out once more, to deliver the message to the Chimeric Professor.
"An Invitation from the Professor. Ángel was such delightful company last week, and quite knowledgeable as well. It would be an honor to meet with them again. What are your thoughts, dear? Would you like to meet Noa again?"
Tularemia danced circles around the Socialite's ankles, giving a resounding 'Yes!'
Mori laughed and pulled a sheet of paper from the stack. "I'll send the respondés vous. Tomorrow, five in the afternoon should do it. Just in time for tea."
Having written his acceptance, the Morbid Socialite tied the note around Tularemia's neck and sent her out once more, to deliver the message to the Chimeric Professor.