Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150811084244/@comment-3991308-20150813104528

"Shirley. As in the Charlotte Brontë novel, set during the Industrial Revolution and Luddite revolts?" If there was something Polynices could never give up, it was dropping his literature knowledge. That was always something engrained in his mind, and hopefully that would help him remember Shirley's name. If not, there was always colloquial nomenclatures to fall back on.

He arched an eyebrow at being called Polly, though. "I'm not a parrot, and I sure as hell don't want any crackers. Anyway, the lad works, or worked, in customer service. Honestly, I wouldn't blame him, if I had such a plebian job," he said with a snort.

A hair ruffle? Ugh, it took a good portion of an hour to get his hair to the perfect unkempt point of pretentious dishevelment. Polynices briefly wondered how his hair looked now. Probably stick-uppity from the back. Oh, the horror.

He cringed, but listened to Shirley's answers to his questions anyway. "Good, good, all good. And if you want to know, I've been good to. I mean, I got a job! A purpose in life! How on earth can I not be good, am I right?" A small smile quirked on his face. "And Ever After High doesn't allow you lot to eat souls? I mean, that's expected – innocent students and I, but also rather sad. Surely there's a few people no one would miss if you took their souls, right?"

At Shirley's reaction to Nick's mention of a mother, Polynices' face fell with an 'oh'. Godmother, he was being insensitive, again. He tended to assume that most people had their mothers still around. At least that was the case back in private school. But this was a place of fairytale legacies, and surely mothers were less frequent in these people's lives, right? "I'm... sorry," he said. "Also I'm a terrible person for bringing that up. Much apologies. Seriously. How about I buy you something in return for a pardon?"