Wilard
@arachnoPhobia
Butler Of The Lippel Estate. He/Him.
Work Is It's Own Reward. However, As An Extra Reward To Myself For Completing Everything I'd Set Out To Complete Today With Time To Spare, I Am Going To Spend An Hour In The Grand Hall And Play Some Music.
I Finally Had To Acknowledge Her Royal Highness. She Has Decided That She Wants To Accompany Me Today While I Clean, But This Is One Of The Advantages Of Having Two Sets Of Arms. I Will Carry Her For As Long As It Doesn't Get In The Way Of My Cleaning.
Her Royal Highness Untied My Shoe, Thinking It Would Trick Me Into Finally Acknowledging Her. I Mused Aloud How I Have No Clue How My Shoe Could Have Untied Itself All On Its Own, And She Was Practically Shrieking With Laughter. Perhaps This Is Not Exactly Crown Princess Behavior, But She Will Learn To Use Her Indoor Voice In Time.
These are adorable and encouraging anecdotes, thank you.
I Figured The Populace Would Enjoy Hearing About Her Royal Highness. Glad To See That Is The Case.
Her Royal Highness Is Clinging To My Leg. I Am Pretending I Do Not Notice Her, And Am Continuing My Chores Despite Her Weight. It Is Making Her Giggle.
It Is The Oddest Thing When Younger Trolls Attempt To Provoke Me When I Am Simply Existing Outside Of The Estate Grounds. They Do Not Have The Requisite Life Experience To Understand How And Why I Am Able To Remain Unbothered By The Public As A Troll With A Visible Mutation. Even Neglecting The Fact That Official Pardons Exist, A Mutant Who Has Actually Made It To My Age Is Not One That Anyone With Sense Would Or Should Risk An Altercation With. Understand That, Even If You Cannot Actually See Why I Would Be Dangerous, Being A Mutant At The Age That I Am Is Already Implication Enough. I Simply Cannot Be Threatened By Someone Who Hasn't Gone Through Their Final Molt.
IS yer mutation that you have to use 897 words to explain how ya can't be culled cos DAMN SON
Old Enough For The Age To Show On My Face. The Numbers Ceased To Matter To Me After A Certain Point.
No One Held You At Gunpoint To Read It. But I'm Glad You Seemingly Did.
I just started makin up words about halfway through I'm happy for ya or sorry that HAPPENED
[FEEDBACK] Oh, almost like a tree, yeah? The way the concentric rings determine a tree's age, and with you, it's like, dunno, wrinkles? No offense at all, just wondering if that's what you mean.
You Comprehended The Post Well Enough To Imply You Did Read It. Still, Walk It Back If You Like, I Don't Care If You Wish To Save Face Or Not.
I Do Have A Few Age Lines, Yes. But It Is Also Simply A Maturity Of Facial Structure. If Nothing Else, No One Could Mistake Me For Being In The 10-15 Age Range.
Hating A Post Does Not Make It Any Less True. Simply, Our Estate Maids Are Passable Cleaners, But Nowhere Near As Capable As Myself. That Makes Them Replaceable.
It Was Not At All My Intention To Post About The Estate's Maids On What's Apparently A Maid Day. I Had Not Read The Timeline At All. My Annoyance For Our Maids Incompetence Came From The Pusher.
I Couldn't Imagine Leaving Any Of The Deep Cleaning To The Maids. They Don't Have The Killing Instinct That Makes Them Hunt Down Dust Like It's An Assassins Mark. Expendable.