Nothing to nuisance (the Banks thing)

[sil]

Hmm?

Now what ever are you going to do with that icky thing? I know you don't like any of that stuff, but there's no need in picking it up and showing it to me...

Throw it out somewhere...

But my, oh my... I'm at all lost when it comes to choosing between Miss Styles and Miss Melwasul's requests. On one side, Miss Styles is clearly adament in destroying Miss Melwasul limp from limp... while Miss Melwasul could give a damn about her and has her sights set on Miss Drew of all people...

What to do... what to do...

She looks over to Radimir, who seems to have the answer...

[rr]

He inspects the cigarette butt for one final time, before crushing it in his hands. The squeeze literally crushes the remains into dust, small particles now picked up by the air and flowing away and away from them...

He crosses his arms, cracks a kink in his neck, snorts, and stands firmly at his new post... until it was time for them to depart...

[sil]

She nods, acknowledging his request.

I see that you like her as much as I do, Radimir.

She giggles to herself, before circling the request that will be brought to life, come Absolution.

She's such a sweetheart, that Lessien girl, but who'd ever thought she couldn't live up to the whole two... well three minds are better than one saying? Conflicting and wondering minds, wanna know. Unfortunately for her... she won't...

Silvia bursts into a giggling spell of her own. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, anyone?