oooh, Frankie, you poor dear. I don't belive we've met, but I'm sorry to see the condition you're in. just hang on a little longer, mmmkay? *pats Frankie on head reassuringly* once you regain hearing and the power of speech, please let me know, and we can have a lovely conversation okay? sounds good.
Lana, darling, I'm sorry but I can smell Tristan from over here, and it is not pretty. please do something about it at once. *reaches slowly for trusty daggers*
you don't want to him to stink up the whole building, now do you?
*grabs dagger in swift ninja-like movement*didn't think so.
I believe that earlier someone was asking about Melt-Free Ice©™, is that right? it just so happens that I know how to get my hands on some, if there is still a need… *raises eyebrow questioningly*
alas, my dears, I must depart, please forgive me.
I’ll be back later, pinky swear.
ciao,
Francesca
and cos im shattered and have exams in the morning please say i can remember all my french lessons for the past 7 years *crosses fingers* well gotta dash Rosa there's some Nutella sandwiches in the kitchen if you want to help yourself