The Messiah and the Plague Doctor (Closed)

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe looked up at hhim, smiling sweetly.
"I'm sorry if my work hass led to me being cold recently..."  

[Steel Jay]

"What work?" Caleb questioned.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe blushed.
"M-Me making andd selling bullets..."  

[Steel Jay]

"I had not noticed any difference." Caleb replied.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe looked away.
"O-Oh, I'm sorry, then..."  

[Steel Jay]

"For what?" Caleb gave another question.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe looked up at him.
"For thinking you were worried or sad when you weren't. I have a bad habit of doing that..."  

[Steel Jay]

"...It is a wasted energy to linger on a subject that had no start to give it no end." Caleb replied.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe nodded.
"Yes, sir."
She then paused, and then took her hands off of him.
"Oh, oops. I should, uh, get to work on the dishes."
She ran back upstairs, embarassed.  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb followed her to the threshold of the door, then closed it, he walked back to the study. Quickly, he removed his robe and shirt once again.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe fed Marche more lettuce, and then went to lseep on her bed, full form food.  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb obtained a scalpel from the pitch nothing in the room. The faint candles trying to fight the ebony that coated the walls of the room in a desperate attempt to keep the gentle flames alive. The metal bit into the night stitching, opening tired wounds. Knowing the outcome, Caleb looked at reopened wound, the discolored flesh mocked him and the foul blood leaked out.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe continued to sleep, and Marche, breaking outt of his cage, made himself her eyemask again.  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb began to sow the wound shut again, tying off the cord and breaking it with the same shining pain used to open it. He lifted himself out of the chair. He placed the shirt and robe back onto his body. His right pointer and thumb extended from the robe and smothered the light from the candles.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe began to lightly snore, and Marchhe chhirped.