Just more SweeneyTurpin. :D
Wistful
He sat alone in the dark in his chair, the very chair that had held the bodies of countless dead men and would continue to do so until his thirst for revenge was sated.
It was late, but he had lost track of the time long ago. He was too busy staring at the wall across from him.
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice his shop door open. However, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a gentle hand rested on his shoulder. He glanced back and saw Mrs. Lovett. With a sigh, he turned back around.
"Mr. T, wot's wrong wit' ya, eh? You've been so down ever since th' judge's last visit, you've given Tobey and me a lot of worry." She rested her chin on the back of the chair, "I don' understand it, I don'. Why d'you keep shavin' th' judge rather than slit his throat like all the others?"
"Because he's not like all the others." he stated in his normal, emotionless tone.
"'ow so? 'e's th' one that got you locked up in th' first place. I'd've thought that 'e'd be th' first on your list."
He sighed, "Leave me be."
"... A'right then, but don' stay up 'ere all night long again."
Once he heard the door shut behind her, he slumped back in the chair. He didn't have any reason to want to leave anyways.
His happiest times were spent there, in his barber shop, shaving the judge.
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So far all I've done is one-sided SweeneyTurpin. ... Maybe I should write one involving both of them confronting their feelings...?