"Is this recording? ...Um. Hi. This is Wirt. I'm not here right now - I-I mean, obviously, since this is a recorded message. Uh... Leave me a message and I'll get back to you, at some point."
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more Of dumps so dull and heavy. The fraud of men was ever so Since summer first was leafy. Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into hey, nonny, nonny.
[ That's it. No other words, no explanation. But she figures he'd know what she hinting at.
If not, well. It'll give her another reason to steal one of his lives. ♥ ]
[Wirt should probably be more worried about receiving this out of the blue without any sort of context, but he genuinely has no idea why she would be sending this to him. He's thinking too much about the source material and missing the point.]
That's from Shakespeare, right? Much Ado About Nothing?
[Maybe that's all this is. Much Ado about Nothing. Without thinking too much about it, he sends her the next line of the play as a reply.]
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text, sometime after the chess game
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.
[ That's it. No other words, no explanation. But she figures he'd know what she hinting at.
If not, well. It'll give her another reason to steal one of his lives. ♥ ]
text (sorry for the delay I've been on hiatus!)
That's from Shakespeare, right? Much Ado About Nothing?
[Maybe that's all this is. Much Ado about Nothing. Without thinking too much about it, he sends her the next line of the play as a reply.]
"By my troth, a good song."
it's okay babe, i know <3
[ Good thing he can't see her face. If looks could kill, he'd probably be dead right now. ]
too bad you don't know how to keep secrets
<3<3<3
[He's thinking about it though, and it doesn't take very long for his guilty conscience to come up with something he's done wrong.]
no subject
or hmm, somehow leading him to believe i'm some murderous bitch?
maybe even all of the above!
know what? i'll write a short poem to make the point clearer, since that seems to get through to you the most:
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
I thought you were kind
but you're not, so screw you.