[Edward hasn't really budged, and when Sigmund emerges from the bathroom again, he looks up warily, one hand still rested on his head. And now he's really wishing he'd thought to flee for his life and at least get some pants on before he starts prostrating himself before his lord seeking forgiveness. Not that he has time for many regrets, since Sigmund's getting him on his feet now, and diiiiizzy...]
M... my lord... I'm sorry for... what happened, I...
[Okay, slow words, small steps. This isn't so hard.]
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Date: 2011-06-11 03:40 am (UTC)M... my lord... I'm sorry for... what happened, I...
[Okay, slow words, small steps. This isn't so hard.]