Rosamund sits up at once. There, in the doorway. A woman. Odd but luxuriously dressed, with peach pink hair and a steady confidence that makes her acutely away of the petulant fit she's been throwing.
She clatters off the counter, wiping hurriedly at her cream-smeared lips and smoothing out her ratty gown.]
Sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I thought — nevermind! [She is not alone! And explaining all the accusatory yelling might get her knee deep into something she can't talk her way out of. Rosamund puts on a smile, squares her shoulders, and takes a curtsy.] Please forgive me. I forgot, I haven't had ice cream in uh...a while.
And honestly, I thought this whole place was abandoned. [She rises, smiling brightly at the glamorous woman.] Do you live here?
[Wait. She tilts her head ever so slightly. Was that more hair, or a pair of furry ears?]
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[A voice?
Rosamund sits up at once. There, in the doorway. A woman. Odd but luxuriously dressed, with peach pink hair and a steady confidence that makes her acutely away of the petulant fit she's been throwing.
She clatters off the counter, wiping hurriedly at her cream-smeared lips and smoothing out her ratty gown.]
Sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I thought — nevermind! [She is not alone! And explaining all the accusatory yelling might get her knee deep into something she can't talk her way out of. Rosamund puts on a smile, squares her shoulders, and takes a curtsy.] Please forgive me. I forgot, I haven't had ice cream in uh...a while.
And honestly, I thought this whole place was abandoned. [She rises, smiling brightly at the glamorous woman.] Do you live here?
[Wait. She tilts her head ever so slightly. Was that more hair, or a pair of furry ears?]