when we play our charade...

all logic should point to him knowing exactly what she's doing, and he does. but the thing about benoit blanc is —  if there's a compliment to be taken, he will take it. in fact, he will go as far as to bash in it and let it make his chest puff just so. " it is. a lot of people underestimate how difficult beauty truly is. i've caused accidents before for being so distracting. " and a careless driver, but his spin is better.

  the  addams  family  sentence  prompts  —  i.

" yes, and can you not sound so excited about it? " a huff, torso leaning forward as elbows rest on the study's desk. effie considers not throwing a tantrum about the absolute disaster that fine evening turned out to be, but then again, never has that battle ever been won. voice cracks as she begins, " i mean, of course, i see mr. boddy's vision, this whole night is about murder! but truly, you tell me, did the cook have to die on top of me? out of all people? " one fingertip pats lightly at the corner of her own eye, weary of smearing her eyeliner. " how am i supposed to clean blood out of satin ? "

no, he couldn't. it's the first time he's smiled all night, following her screaming over bloody murder with a body laying on top of her. tonight, that beautiful picture would be just the thing to help him sleep. he's almost tempted to stop drinking for the night only to ensure he wouldn't forget it. " i thought it was great. " is all haymitch says on the matter, flashing that elusive smile back to her before tilting his tumbler in her direction and downing a much needed gulp.

alright, maybe this wouldn't be the last one of the night.

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