[At the sudden exclamation, Ozymandias is now shaking slightly with the effort of suppressing a laugh. He glances over in their direction, but his hand has to come up from keeping his mouth quiet to shield his gaze lest he breaks his silence.]
[Wehem-Mesut is stalwart in his assault upon the pen. The moment she lets go, his back feet will get in on the action with some solid kicking. He's going to break this pen's neck. Or start slightly wrinkling her paper because the pen is a bit of a small target for him to be trying to break the neck of with his feet, but the paper that's more or less underneath him at this point is easier to shuffle around. To-may-to, to-mah-to.]
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[Wehem-Mesut is stalwart in his assault upon the pen. The moment she lets go, his back feet will get in on the action with some solid kicking. He's going to break this pen's neck. Or start slightly wrinkling her paper because the pen is a bit of a small target for him to be trying to break the neck of with his feet, but the paper that's more or less underneath him at this point is easier to shuffle around. To-may-to, to-mah-to.]