((Ok! I’ll start a thread with Roxy soon, or just reply to yours if that’s ok))
[Either way works for me!]
Roxy huff and go up to the one person you dont know. Your going to give eridan hell for being late. Absolute hell.
"hello there. I’m Roxy, your Rose right?" She holds out a hand to her. She balls up her other hand in an attempt to resist touching her scars.
Rose seems surprised that someone’s actually come up to her. Usually, she’s such an intimidating presence. She pauses in her fiddling with the ring she’s adorned with, taking Roxy’s hand and giving it a delicate shake.
Another quick scan of the area proves that Eridan still has not arrived. She’s going to kill him.
She nods the affirmative, giving her a small smile. “Yes, that’s correct. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Roxy. I apologize for barging in on such an event,” she adds quickly, smile faltering a bit.
You don’t exactly know how you were roped into even going to this— even asked Bella if it would be an inconvenience, but she sent you on your way, even going so far as to lend you her favorite silver hoops. Dave teased relentlessly as you got ready, but a quick “sic ‘em, boy” from you to Ember was enough to shut him up.
Your fingers hover over the touchpad on your transportalizer for several seconds before you tap in the coordinates provided to you by Eridan. He seemed rather insistent that you would be there tonight. The tugging feeling of traversing between dimensions lasts only a moment and you find yourself in unfamiliar territory. You twist the ring on your right finger several times, scanning the area.
Do you know anyone?
Of course not.
When in doubt, go for the food.
How did you come across this information?
I met him through a chance encounter on here, actually.
The literal first thought other than the mundane things such as, “I should introduce myself” was “How could someone survive in isolation for so long?”
I honestly felt such sympathy toward him, and that’s what propelled me to further our friendship.
This is quite the complicated question— I’ll give you that.
My feelings toward Eridan are not nearly as hostile as they were, say, in December. In fact, I could go as far as to say we’ve gotten drastically warmer since our first encounter. Fitting, considering it’s almost Spring.
Recent events have shown him as a strong, reliable and intelligent individual; Something I was, years ago, led to believe was false. Then again, we were children then— Both of us were, but we were naïve. We’ve grown into exceptional young adults, if I do say so myself.
But, I digress.
Eridan is a prominent influence on me in an array of situations— He may not realize it, but I attempt to keep myself open when interacting with him. He’s one of the most trustworthy individuals I know, and I could very realistically see myself trusting him with my life if push came to shove.
He’s my boysprit-matefriend.
Speaking of, where is he? I haven’t heard from him lately.
I usually couldn’t only pick one thing, but I believe I’ve come to a well thought-out decision:
Even with all of my insecurities— my faults, my doubts, my insolence and stupidity— he pushes through it. He finds a way to keep himself in my life, even when I believe I don’t deserve it. After all of the pushing, it’s a refreshing change to pull for once.
She’d said something about not having anything to wear, so you see no problem fixing that. After all, you can’t very well invite someone to a ball without ensuring that they’ll show up in proper attire. Who knows what she would come in otherwise.
It doesn’t take long for you to pick out something you think would suit her, and it takes even less time for it to arrive via sendificator. You waste no time in sending it right back to her, scribbling a quick note that says:
cant vvery wwell expect you to go dressin yourself noww can i
hope i guessed the size right
You didn’t expect the sendification, so the crackle-zing! noise startles you out of your idle petting of Ember and Nyx. Guinevere complains when you get up, but she soon gets over it, curling up in your warm absence.
Nox trails behind you, pausing in his floating and looking over your shoulder. The rose was certainly a nice touch. You find the note easily enough, and no, you’re totally not smiling subconsciously at this dumb troll.
You open the box and damn, he knows your taste too well. The dress is perfection. Your size, too, you note as you slip it on in the bathroom. You twist his ring around a few times on your finger, humming thoughtfully to yourself.
Tonight is going to be interesting.
Don’t let me draw things without a solid idea of what it’s meant to look like, it’ll be scribbly and gross.
But I figured ‘what the hey’ and drew a quick thing for the ball tonight. And if you think he won’t be wearing his cape, you are so wrong. I’m just lazy and can’t be arsed to mess with cape physics.
[laci doesn’t like my legs
shame on u]