Rose makes a triumphant little sound as her hand closes on the box of plastic bags -- just as Pearl asks about Garnet.
“She isn’t, don’t worry.” The words roll with liquid, fluid ease, but Rose has to think a moment to recall if they’re actually true. Right, that’s right -- she’s out until next week, fighting a few cities over in a catch-weight round robin. Rose makes a note to send her a good luck text in the morning.
She turns back to Pearl -- fluffing open the Hefty bag with a few crunchy-sounding snaps -- before pausing, mid-step. Sure, Pearl is only doubled over to wrestle off her boots, but... that's cute.
Fondness and sport hold a quick skirmish in Rose’s eyes, in Rose's smile, before she adds softly, “Though I could wait in the next room, if you’re feeling shy.”
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“She isn’t, don’t worry.” The words roll with liquid, fluid ease, but Rose has to think a moment to recall if they’re actually true. Right, that’s right -- she’s out until next week, fighting a few cities over in a catch-weight round robin. Rose makes a note to send her a good luck text in the morning.
She turns back to Pearl -- fluffing open the Hefty bag with a few crunchy-sounding snaps -- before pausing, mid-step. Sure, Pearl is only doubled over to wrestle off her boots, but... that's cute.
Fondness and sport hold a quick skirmish in Rose’s eyes, in Rose's smile, before she adds softly, “Though I could wait in the next room, if you’re feeling shy.”