Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20150811084244/@comment-3991308-20150815082141

"No, no, Polly is fine. Call me anything you want. Well, not everything, since exceptions exist, but if I'm truly irritated by a nickname, I'll tell you more explicitly, right?" Sure, the name sounded a little feminine, but it was nothing repulsive. Afterall, girls went by guy-sounding names all the time, right?

Shirley had patted his hair back down, but Polynices wasn't sure whether his hair was okay or not. No one could see him anyway though, which was a consolation. Only slightly, though. "Thanks," he said, in a soft mumble.

"I feel bad for you two. Not pity bad, mind you! Just 'oh good Grimm, people can be delicate and sensitive sometimes'. And not that delicate and sensitive are bad things either..." he paused. "I'm really digging myself into a grave now, aren't I? I'll stop."

Polynices had never met Headmaster Grimm. Not personally, at least. But if he had heard Shirley's imitiation of him on the radio, Polynices wouldn't have doubted a thing. "Amazing." He wasn't sure whether that comment was sarcasm (directed at Grimm's comment) or atonishment (at Shirley's imitation), but he agreed with her either way.

He wasn't a born demon, so souls were never really part of Polynices' diet, though he helped other devils reap them. However, he couldn't imagine what it was like to have such a central part of your food removed. Polynices briefly thought of never eating baked beans on toast ever again, and that captured the horror close enough. "Hey, look on the brightside, at least he only said students," Polynices said. "Nothing about teachers, or BookEnd villagers, or heck, even the Headmasters."

Doing a little jump when Shirley requested charcoal, Nick said, "Yes! Definitely! Charcoal! For art? Or for food?" He clasped his hands together. Craning his head, turning around to look in no particular direction, he did a quick pathetic search of the surrounding area. "Um," he finally said. "Where on earth do I buy charcoal?"