[ AUDIO ]

[signatures]

[ There is a photo attached of a smiley face on a section of brick. ]

I wasn't aware we had such wonderful artists in the City - or gangsters insistent on spreading joy all across the Underground. Then again, considering just the other day we had robots made out of trash cans roaming about, the prospect of happy thugs just doesn't seem so far off.

Pieces of scrap metal, however, make much better windchimes than I imagine pieces of thug would - just a hazard of a guess.

Don't correct me if I'm wrong.

Also, I know we have Cinna as our wonderful tailor in the Overground, but might anyone here repair watches?

Comments

voice;

[duplicities]

Oh, you lack imagination.

[ natasha clearly attended the most gruesome arts and crafts courses ever. ]

How's your mouth?

voice;

[signatures]

[ HAHAHA WHAT THE HELL. ]

Sore.

You could come kiss it better if you like, too, while you're at it.

voice;

[duplicities]

[ SPIES KNOW SHIT, BRO. ]

You'll have to wait for some mistletoe to crop up before that happens.

voice;

[signatures]

I'm counting the minutes.

voice;

[duplicities]

Let's hope your poor mouth can suffer the wait.

voice;

[signatures]

My lips are pulsing in anticipation.

voice;

[duplicities]

[ alkgjdslkafja gross ]

How appealing.

voice;

[signatures]

Tender and rosy.

[ u started it. ]

voice;

[duplicities]

[ she's gonna grab ur mouf again just wait ]

Goodness, I might not be able to control myself.

Re: voice;

[signatures]

How unlike you, Miss Natasha. Can't keep control of your wiles?

voice;

[duplicities]

Apparently your mouth is the exception.

[ so. fucking. dryly. ]

voice;

[signatures]

I've heard that before.

voice;

[duplicities]

Was this before or after the person in question conversed with you?

voice;

[signatures]

Point taken.