"Christ, I look a jackass."
"You don't!"
"Me bloody hat's FRING'D, Sarah."
"Well… I s'ppose 'tis o'ermuch."
"O'ermuch! O'ermuch, she says!"
"Be that as it may, Mister Hiller, I fancy you the most comely gen'lman here."
"*scoff* gen'lman! Bloody hell."
"Mind your tongue."
"Aye, dearest."
…
"Sarah…"
"Hm?"
"You appear t'be holdin' my hand."
"Hmmm. 'Twould appear so. Fancy it becomes us tonight, does it not?"
"…Aye, I reck'n it does."
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my libido braincell: And then they fucked in the cloak room to a soundtrack written by Lords of Acid.
Me: jfc they can't always fuck in a closet, you gremlin
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