Just like last week, the pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, who counts them with practiced ease. He stands up as soon as he's done, pausing for only a moment, before making his announcement.
[He'll have some time to think it over, anyway, because it's hereabouts Clarisse just...shuts down. She gives Wayne, at least, another little huff of air in acknowledgement, but no more.]
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I was hoping you would be. Cause this means my heads going to be on the block again soon.
[Life is hard.]
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