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Her face fell and she went over to him, her arms crossed. "*squee!*... *squee!*. Abel...?"
He blinked, looking up at her nervously. "Oh... oh no. Ma'am, please don't cry... please don't. I'm sorry. What did I do?"
Ophelia stood, following her nervously.
The door opened and Ferris peered in nervously. He had a split lip and was holding a tray. "Hello, Ma'am. I was told to bring you dinner."
She looked up, her eyes sharp. "For my sake and sanity, I'm going to interpret everything you say from now on as having a sexual double-meaning."
A few hours passed before she would hear a knock at her door.
She shuddered, pulling her knees to her chest. "You were right. I'm so sorry. I miss you."
(Zoop?)
Ophelia choked a little, leaning back against the wall and sitting, holding the earpiece. "Abel...? Abel...?"
He stood in the doorway, giving her a menacing smile before closing the door.
She exhaled slightly, entering the room and turning to look at Eve.
"Just here," he said, opening a door, leading to a comfortably if modestly decorated room.
She hesitated, looking back in the room. "Is he okay? Can you tell me that? It doesn't help you to keep that information from me, just... is he...
He didn't seem to notice. "Your grandmother's was unlike anything I had seen before."
Ophelia hesitated in the doorway before turning to Eve. "Is it cool if I don't get handcuffed right now?"
"Hm... I'd love to look inside your head, Fleur. I'm sure it'd be a sight to behold."
Despite the lightness of her words, Ophelia looked down, feeling a lump in her throat.
"No," he corrected before pausing. "Oh. Well... yes. But you haven't seen your grandmother in years."
"You're not?" Ophelia replied dully, following her hesitantly. "Maybe you just haven't met the right person. You feel it too, right? This isn't...
"Oh, don't be like that, sweet girl. This isn't a terrible situation."
