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[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected' / Thursday, November 10th / 3:00 pm
Location: Somewhere about the Dungeons
Open To: A Dexlike being?
Currently Involving: Sweet Ophelia

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[opheliaballard]

People teasing Dex? Pish posh, Ophelia wouldn't have had a clue as to what he meant by that if he'd voiced such nonsense. Why would someone tease such a Dexish thing? What with his aptitude for being slightly irritating and huddling up in dark hallways just asking to get kicked in the ribs and being really too easy and too difficult to bully about.

Ophelia sniffed and made an obvious display of ignoring his last comment. Dirty tricks, bad manners. Bringing up something like that. One day he'd be on a ledge somewhere with only his spindly appendages to help him (and the castle had a lot of ledges). But before that promising day, he would serve as entertainment. He was interesting enough, when he wasn't blathering about DOLLS.

"Dex dearheart, I really think you should stay out of these rocky whatsits," she gestured towards the concave opening in the wall in which he had been sleeping and made a face. "Bad for your health. Don't want to get sickly... er."

She leaned over to pat him on the head, swiping her arm to his hair and away fast enough for him not to lash out and BITE it or something. Who knew with him, terribly uncivilized. Terrible, terrible.