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Call the Midwife Crazy - Phoebe - 01-23-2020
While the Flood was off to play, Frey’s little duckling grew increasingly livid. You see, Sunjata had never told his darling wife about his exact treatments. She didn’t know what all was involved. So while she sat home alone, assuming Jata was at his bar, the sudden overwhelming lust and desire that overcame her, emanating from her ring, could only mean one thing. He was cheating – the one thing he had promised he would not do. And oh, was she pissed. Especially when it happened not once, but twice, in very quick succession.
By the time Sunjata would return home to the clinic, he would find the front yard a mess. Everywhere he looked he would see things strewn about – his things no less – haphazardly thrown about with absolutely zero care. Were things broken? Probably. The door he would find locked tight, a small note written in Phoebe’s even, loopy hand reading:
[say]“The Barkeep of the VlamVloed
Was a cocky, cheatin’ chap
So when he stuck his cock and dropped a load
His wife trashed the bar in a snap.”[/say]
RE: Call the Midwife Crazy - Sunjata - 01-23-2020
He likely should have expected as much, returning back to find his things strewn out about the front lawn of the clinic. But it does nothing more than to sour the mood he’s already got tilting further and further away in the spiral within him. He’d made a mistake, given in, and with it — well, this.
Luckily for him, his most precious things remained back at the bar, underneath it in the Advocates for storing. But there were a few things here he kept close — the flooded brass knuckles gifted to him among his clothes and the like. So when he gets there, he picks up the important things, moving to the door to open it, only to find 1) it’s locked, and 2) there’s a note pinned to the front.
His stomach drops when he reads the inside, leaving the rest of the unnecessary, not so important things all out on the front lawn, before heading to his bar, maybe in time enough to stop it.
— FIN