[It's a beautiful summer day. For once, even for a moment, the world did not need saving and the crew of Chaldea, servants and all, decided it would be a good time for a summer holiday. Nothing can go wrong, right?
Wrong. Sort of.
Sanson is already regretting his decision to allow Nursery Rhyme and Jack to bury him in the sand and make sandcastles on top of him. Everyone else had joined in the fun - Mozart attempted to compose a new piece on one side, Elisabeth tried to write lyrics to it, and of course other servants showed up to cover the entire mound of sand with more sandcastles and other things like paw prints, scribbles, and seashells stuck into the sand in patterns.
It would have been fine if a crab hadn't decided to crawl up onto his head, and unfortunately his arms are out of commission. All he can do is try and dip his head in the hopes that the crab will fall lightly back onto the sand, but that crab is a stubborn creature and won't leave its new home.
HE NEEDS HELP.
When Marie is in sight, he mutters something that sounds like "Mon Dieu" and says:]
Maria, there's something on my head. [A pause.] Please help me remove it...
MARIE...also will all our threads always begin with Sanson having something in his hair
Wrong. Sort of.
Sanson is already regretting his decision to allow Nursery Rhyme and Jack to bury him in the sand and make sandcastles on top of him. Everyone else had joined in the fun - Mozart attempted to compose a new piece on one side, Elisabeth tried to write lyrics to it, and of course other servants showed up to cover the entire mound of sand with more sandcastles and other things like paw prints, scribbles, and seashells stuck into the sand in patterns.
It would have been fine if a crab hadn't decided to crawl up onto his head, and unfortunately his arms are out of commission. All he can do is try and dip his head in the hopes that the crab will fall lightly back onto the sand, but that crab is a stubborn creature and won't leave its new home.
HE NEEDS HELP.
When Marie is in sight, he mutters something that sounds like "Mon Dieu" and says:]
Maria, there's something on my head. [A pause.] Please help me remove it...