Dexter tilted his head at Viper, just slightly.
“I am feeling quite fine. While this situation may be… *abnormal, *Its not something i…”^
Dexter’s voice trailed off as he was fidgeting around himself. He was sticking his hand out ready for the aformentioned Aquaintanceship Handshake™, but something caught his eye.
“Ah, if you will listen, I do notice something… peculiar.”
He held out his hand, not for a handshake though. Palm up. His fingertips were off-coloured, some sort of scarring it seemed. But more mysteriously…
“AH, it would seem something is on my Palm, miss.” He says. “A Hundred and Twenty Nine…”
He scratches and pokes at it. No dice. Its emitting some sort of faint glow. Strange.
“Well!” He says with a chipper lilt. “It seems there’s no end to mysteries on this strange train! I don’t have anything in my life relating to that number, so I must say this is quite the puzzle.”
