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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 2:41:37 GMT
 Sweeter Than Ice Cream
Thread PL: 600
OOC: I think I'm a little over thirty minutes, but here you go!
Regis
There was something distinctly vibrant about being with her daughter, knowing that both of their schedules were unquestionably free for the rest of the day. It filled Victoria with warmth — and it wasn’t all that different for Rose.
In fact, that Sunday started off just like most other Sundays — the little one’s eyes shot open as she promptly dug under her own covers, ruffling about before she scrambled out from her bed. By the time she had opened her room’s dark blue door — which Victoria painstakingly crafted white stars into with fluorescent dye — the smell of cooking breakfast had already begun to fill the little one’s nostrils. She could smell the tummy-rumbling goodness of an early morning muffin already baking!
As with every Sunday, Rose found herself wondering what kind of surprise her mommie would be up to today! After all, every weekend always ended with a big event!
The little one was greeted with the sight of her massive mum wearing her signature pink apron labeled with ‘hex the cook’ in black letters. Hugs and kisses were strewn about before Victoria propped her daughter up to her booster seat. As the two ate they discussed the week in retrospect. Victoria’s heart was set aflutter in knowing that Rose’s issues had mostly set aside; no longer was she being bullied by a group of misfits at her school — teasing her about the ribbons in her hair, or her thick glasses.
The witch mother could only wriggle her nose in contempt regarding their antics. The red ribbons — powerful protection seals; the glasses, a mark of both beauty and intellect! It was their loss, their ignorance cost them the most valuable friend they’ll ever have!
With her elbow on the table and hands pressed against her cheeks, Victoria watched as her little munchkin ate away at the plethora of baked goods. Victoria made sure to bake a little less than normal. After all, today she was going to take Rose out to an ice cream parlor — and not just any ice cream parlor, but to ‘Crème de la Crème’! The most talked about the sweet shop in West City!
Rosie wasn’t sure what her mom planned — she asked, but Victoria only grinned and replied with vague, cheeky quips that left the budding little witch pouting in her seat. Vicky, of course, found that adorable, and continued to do it on purpose.
Once Victoria had bundled up Rosie the two of them set out into the chilly Winter city.
The Ice Cream parlor was a rather exquisite little place. The decor was a blend of pink, white, red, that alone made Victoria’s sweet tooth ache with desire. The fragrance of cream and strawberry filled the air — which was as hot as a tropical day. It was a strange thing for an ice cream store to have the heat up so high, but the moment Victoria gave it some thought it promptly made sense; make the customers how and they’ll cool off with your goods.
The little one, who held onto the side of her mother’s dress pants, wasn’t thinking much of the business model of the place. Instead, her big blue eyes were drawn to the beautiful lace that draped the entire store.
Rosie let go of her mother’s pants the moment a waitress approached to speak with Victoria. As the two adults exchanged words in regards to seating and menu, the little one began to look about the store — she wondered what kind of people would be here on a Sunday… Probably people who didn’t have school either!
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Post by Regis on Jan 9, 2017 3:19:42 GMT
The wind blew through his raven black hair as the black Audi sped into town, though of course the speed dropped as it entered. West City was much much bigger than any place he had been to. Of course, this was due to rarely being out of town. Now however he was finally leaving on his journey. As he pulled in, he decided to park at the nearest gas station to fill the tank back up. It was a long trip from the south all the way to West City. His last stop was a while ago and even then he only had a bit of his tank left, leaving him about near empty now. As he filled it up and leaned back against the car, he began to get a bit hungry. When was the last time he ate? Regis was a picky eater, very picky. People in town always busted his balls for it but this was just how he was. So naturally when he was looking for a place to eat, he had to see someplace he'd like. Of course who wouldn't like ice cream. Regis then locked his car and stuffed his hands in his pockets before crossing the street. Regis clothing was very monochrome. Just like his car was, black. He didn't stand out much, but sometimes he did, though it would only be remarks like him being emo or some kind of punk menace to society by how he didn't wear anything colorful. However, Regis didn't care and right now nobody bothered him as he entered the fancy looking ice cream place. How expensive could it be? It's just some ice cream, though he knew it was very fancy by how he actually had to be seated somewhere. He didn't complain though. When he was brought to his seat he kicked back and relaxed. He put his feet up and on the table and rested his arms on the back rest as he leaned back in his chair. This was the part where he actually had to wait though for the waiter to return. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 13:03:46 GMT
Rosie wandered out further away from the distracted mother. The elegant design of the room is what she was taking a closer look at; every table she passed by she tugged at the drapings, inspecting the ivory cloth up close before moving on. It wasn’t until her eyes met at hard black that she paused, looking up confused — why was this table any different? Her blue eyes widened as she fixed on some strange man, who dressed all in black. Soooo much black — too much. That lack of variation was something she was only used to seeing in her mother’s everyday attire.
The little one scrambled to the side, climbing up on the table’s seat and settling on the opposite of the stranger. The little girl’s eyes barely managed to poke up from the edge of the table, but it was without a doubt that she was looking right at Regie’s own. In her recent memory, Rosie couldn’t remember a single man who dressed in so much black… For all she knew this man, since he dressed so much like her mum, could actually be her dad! She hadn’t met him yet, so the prospect of the idea excited her to the point where she could hardly speak. Yet, she somehow managed:
“You dress a whole lot like mum.” She mumbled, reaching up and holding onto the edge of the table with her tiny hands, “I’m Rosie… What’s your name?”
Just as the girl began to ask her questions a waitress found her way over from Victoria, who, herself, was beginning to look about — worry beginning to grip at her gut.
The waitress, holding a large pad up, tapped it with a pen. She, like the two other workers present, wore a victorian-era dress, though this pompous, lace-padded full skirt was of the same soft pink and white as everything else in the store. The waitress, herself, had fair skin with long, black hair that contrasted everything about her; she looked to be in her twenties.
“Welcome to the crème de la crème — the top of all dairy products on all of the Western Front!” Although her voice was sugary and full of enthusiasm, it was clear that there wasn’t a whole lot of sustenance to it; the girl was really just here for her paycheck. “What will you and your daughter be having today?”
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Post by Regis on Jan 9, 2017 20:50:10 GMT
As Regis continued to wait for the waiter or waitress, he looked around a bit and actually began to notice the scenery and just how well set up it was. It was rather elegant at that and seemed like something for rich people, which one could say he was. His mother a nurse/doctor and his father a lawyer brought in quiet a bit of income for his family. So one could say he was rather well off even by judging his car.
When the girl plopped herself in his seat, he wouldn't notice due to his feet being up and on the table. When she spoke however, that got his attention as he tilted his head to the side to see a little girl. She started speaking to him so he put his feet down and leaned over the table a bit to get as close to eye level as he could, which his how one is supposed to talk to children. She spoke about how he dressed like her mother, which it wouldn't be uncommon. He assumed she meant the color of clothing, not the same exact kind, but perhaps she did? After that she began to introduce herself as Rosie.
Regis smiled warmly at her which was to be unexpected from how 'tough' and 'cool' he acted. "Hello Rosie. My name is Regis Erudite Lucius." Though after he spoke it seemed the waitress arrived, asking for what he and his... daughter.. wanted. He looked at Rosie and then back at the waitress. Why not buy a kid some ice cream? So he ordered himself chocolate ice cream and whatever the girl wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 23:20:41 GMT
Rosie thought it was awfully nice of the man to buy her something — though, by this point, she figured it was just something that adults did in general — buy kids things. Either way, she knew that she shouldn’t forget her manners. Manners were something that her mum constantly told her about.
“Thanks, mister Re--Regir…” Her rosen cheeks began to pinken a bit further; the little one, realizing that she was having major difficulty pronouncing the name, found herself just settling for, “Regi.”
The waitress found the little one adorable but considering that she was just now learning to say this guy’s name... Well, the serving girl was beginning to think that her initial assumption regarding the emo boy being some kind of father figure was off. Still, it wasn’t something she should’ve been sticking her nose into. Instead, the obsidian haired lady simply leaned over to the munchkin with thick glasses.
“And what will you be having, girlie?” Her voice was definitely a little sweeter than it initially had been. While the waitress was really just here for her paycheck seeing all those cute little smiles did make her job a little more worthwhile. Because of this, the serving girl found herself infected with a genuine smile. All the little one's fault!
Victoria, who by now could’ve been pulling out her own hair, found herself peeking over towards the waitress — about to ask for some help in locating her daughter. As she approached the employee Victoria found herself promptly recognizing the red ribbon peeking over the table's side. The 6’3"(or rather, with her heels, 6’5”) vixen found herself waddling over. A wave of relief washed over her. Good, her darling was nice and safe; she rather not even try to attempt and fathom any of the terrible things she’d have to deal with if her little one disappeared.
Nonetheless, not only was she safe, but it seemed she was making an order.
“I… I want a…” Little Rosie one paused, looking over the side of the waitress and past her. Rosie’s blue eyes focused on the menu. “I want a Salted Caramel Ice Cream Sundae With Cinnamon-Sugar Almonds, And Draped Melted Fudge.”
The waitress blinked in surprise; that was quite a mouthful for someone who just had trouble with someone’s name.
With Victoria’s arrival Rosie let go of the chair, and instead reached out to the amazon. “Mummie!” She cheered. “What do you want to eat?”
Victoria couldn’t help but, once more, sigh. This time, however, she moved to the side of the waitress and picked out the girl. Victoria held the girl up by her chest, allowing her to sit on her left arm. Looking about as apologetic as she was tired, the witch mother glanced over at the young boy clad in black and cleared her throat.
“Sorry if she caused you any trouble — she can be a bit… Overconfident when it comes to dealing with strangers.”
Just as she said that, Victoria took note of what the boy’s attire was. Her eyes trailed over his get up and her lip pursed, pouting a bit as she gave a small grunting nod. A small, subtle approval of his choice in fashion. Although, personally, she thought he could do well letting his hair grow out a little longer. Maybe find some glasses, some high heels, dark violet eye shadow, and maybe some lipstick.
Victoria stopped herself short, realizing that she was just putting together her own get up in her mind… If the boy did choose to realize that image… Well, one of them would have to change.
“Excuse me,” Chimed in the waitress, “But are you two in the same tab?” She wondered, pointing the pen from Victoria to the boy sitting down.
Victoria, herself, was slightly confused by what the waitress meant, so she hesitated in answering her, giving the boy a chance to give his answer instead.
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Post by Regis on Jan 10, 2017 1:56:51 GMT
The waitress seemed to catch on as the girl struggled with his name, though with her age, how old would he have been when he had her? He was only 18. Though of course he did look rather mature for his age just based off of his composure and appearance. But of course the waitress went with it and took her order. What she ordered however included words he didn't think she could even pronounce. It seemed expensive, but he could handle it.
As she spewed out her order though, another woman in black, similar attire to his showed up. He assumed this was the mother by how she said he wore similar attire to her. The first thing he noticed was most definitely her legs. Then after that her height. It wasn't because he was sitting or anything, she was enormous-- err very tall. Definitely above average. She seemed to look him over as well though after she reunited with her child. He didn't mind of course, he was judged all the time, though he hoped she didn't think he was some pedophile trying to buy a girl ice cream to get her to go with him. Which... would be a terrible, terrible mistake that should absolutely not happen for the sake of him trying to find a way to explain himself.
After a few moments the waitress carried on and when asked about the bill, his bright blue eyes shifted from the waitress, to the mother, then back to the girl. Regis had only paid for himself his whole life, or when he lost a bet and had to pay for his friends' meal, but he could only imagine how hard it was to raise a child. Plus was the father with them? If not a single mother would be just as troublesome financially. Regis looked back at the waitress and smiled, a smile that normally made girls his age get flustered. Regis was a rather attractive person. "Of course I'll be paying for the three of us, that is if mom would like anything?" The way he used 'mom' was like when you were talking to a kid, since to them, their name was mom.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2017 3:57:41 GMT
It’s not that Victoria thought that little Rosie could be a pest — it’s just that… She understood children could be pestering in general. Before Victoria had one of her own she very well remembered all of the headaches she had, picking up jobs here and there for babysitting. Her parents were both very well off — always had been. Between a salary woman and a power, broker money hadn’t ever been an issue, but after her pregnancy Victoria had to support herself for a while… And babysitting was one of the most tiresome jobs she’d picked up.
Her eyes moved from Regi to Rosie, and back again once he finished talking. The lady wasn’t expecting to really be put up with an order just yet… She looked back briefly to the hanging menu above the counter, narrowing her eyes.
“Uhhh…” She didn’t want to break the guy’s bank — or abuse his generosity. Knowing Rosie the little one probably had picked the most expensive item on the menu just because it looked fancy. So, to compensate, Victoria ordered a cheap item. Not cheap enough to be rude in regards to making little of his offer, but just cheap enough that both her own order added with Rosie’s would balance out, and end up at an average price... Which admitedly was still a little pricy for a place like this. “I’ll take a vanilla-cream popsicle.”
The waitress penned down the order and gave a little wave to little D’Arvoire, who waved in return, before tossing her teeny arms around her mum’s shoulders.
Victoria, on the other hand, slid on the opposite side of the kicking-up man. With her opinions fashion aside she had a few things to address.
“It’s rather kind of you to offer to pay — I can’t remember the last time a guy bought me food.” Victoria joked, “My name is Victoria Grace D’Arvoire, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister…?”
As the two exchanged their friendly introductions, however, Vicky’s little munchkin churned in her lap. Rosie turned to the table. Now, on her mother’s lap, she was tall enough to cross her arms over the table and just barely rest her chin behind them. Her legs alternated kicks, rocking under the table while the adults talked about boring things. She wondered how long it would take for the nice lady with the black hair to come back with her sundae; Rosie had gotten the most expensive one on the menu, so it HAD to be the best tasting! The idea that she wouldn’t like the flavor hadn’t yet even crossed the child’s mind.
Nonetheless, the mother continued, “Like I said, I hope she wasn’t too much of a little imp.” Two fingers came to pinch Rosie’s cheeks in an adoring way. A lethargic flinch came from her — she didn’t like it when her mum did that. She wasn’t little enough for that anymore!
“Anyway, what brings you around these parts? Don’t take this the wrong way, but the way you’re dressed…” Victoria paused briefly, picking her words rather carefully, “Well, you’re the last person I’d expect to be in a place like this. It’s a bit too… Pink and frilly, don’t you think?” The mother flashes a brief, apologetic smile, “D-don’t take it the wrong way, of course; it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
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Post by Regis on Jan 10, 2017 11:56:05 GMT
The mother seemed to take a bit to think. Price really wasn't s problem for him. He had the money for some ice cream, but he figured she was trying to be nice and get something cheap. After ordering she did what all mothers did and apologized for their child and such, which wasn't necessary. "No need to worry about Rosie, it was my pleasure. She was just fine." After that she spoke of a guy not buying her food in a long time, if not ever. That already showed him there was no father, or he was just a dick. She introduced herself, giving her full name. Though Regis usually gave his full name anyway. "Well Miss D'Arvoire, I am Regis Erudite Lucius, but your daughter here calls me Regi so that's fine too." He gave her a smile once more. After the introductions, she began asking about why he was here. Of course it'd look weird. He was wearing all black looking very emo and here he is, at a pink frilly ice cream shop. That's kind of.. strange isn't it. He smiled again and rolled his eyes playfully. "Well couldn't I just ask you the same thing? There are plenty of other ice cream places. But as for me, I was a bit hungry and I settled for some ice cream. I travel." Regis pointed his thumb in the direction of his black car, which was parked across the street at the gas station. It was a convertible but looked just like a regular car with the top up, which it did currently. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 17:00:30 GMT
He had a point; Victoria too didn’t really seem to fit the aesthetics of this place. Judging by the decor alone someone would figure the targeted demographic would be sugar-high school girls, or some of those fairy-worshiping mystic cooks that the witch avoided so much.
Damn new-age mediums and crystal pseudo-witches.
Whatever feeling of guilt in regards to her daughter pushing this guy into ordering frozen treats for her disappeared completely once he jutted back, noticing his car. Victoria was no mechanic, but the woman sure recognized one hell of a ride when she saw one. Being the sophisticated stoic she was, the woman pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows a bit. She tried to play it down, but her words didn’t lie.
“That’s a beautiful car.” She admitted. Being an adult — and n prosecutor-turned-attorney — D’Arvoire’s first impulse was to barrage the boy with questions regarding how he managed to get his hands on it. He certainly didn’t look like a middle-aged man, which she figured would be the age group would be able to afford something like that. Instead, the woman focused on something else — something the wanderlust in her really wanted to ask. “You travel...?”
The woman adjusted herself a bit, crossing her legs and making sure Rosie, who sat on her lap, did so with a posture was proper as her own.
“When I was younger that’s one of the things I was dying to do.” She said, “I always imagined myself traveling the world for the sake of sightseeing. Maybe even different worlds — Namek, Arcose… I heard they’re all beautiful in their own regards; the inverted grass and sky of Namek, and the elegant ice formations of Arcose....”
Breaking her own posture, Victoria leaned forward, “Where have you been?” she wondered, “I doubt you’ve just been in West City — right? Do you have any traveling stories?”
Rosie, frowning that her mother’s leaning was starting to weight down atop her head, only sighed. Her mum was going to get distracted with silly thing again — she was such an airhead sometimes. At least this time she wasn’t being mean to some poor guy who was just trying to pull bunnies out of hats.
“Mummie…!” Rosie finally whined, trying to bring attention to the issue at hand.
“Oh, my sincerest apologies, dear.” Victoria said, a soft blush on her cheeks as she straightened her back up. “Posture, posture.” She reminded herself.
Rosie only shook her head in disapproval of her mother's absent-mindedness. Nicolette's little frown remaining, marking a pout alongside her inflated left cheek. Glaring downwards at the table's feet, her legs continued to kick about; she was a little bored. She had little to do while waiting for the waitress to come back with their orders. She really should've brought a game to play...
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Post by Regis on Jan 12, 2017 11:57:40 GMT
Regis nodded. It was indeed an ice car, it was actually pretty rare to see one like it. Most cars fly and such but his did not. It was a true classic. Though how lame would it be to say he got it from his dad?
"Yeah it's nice. I enjoy driving it. And yes, I do indeed travel. Though I have only just started my journey."
At that she went on speaking about places like names and such, other planets that he hadn't thought about going to yet. It was definitely a possibility for him."Other planets.. It'd be nice to go some time. Traveling is definitely nice. Plenty of people and new places to see. And about other stories, well West City was actually my first stop. My journey only started about a week ago when I left the south. I can tell you storie about my home if you really want to. Though.. I assume you live here in West City right? What do you plan to do from here on? Ever plan on leaving, traveling? But I'll just say it's pretty dangerous."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2017 18:31:12 GMT
The waitress’ arrival wasn’t of major significance to Victoria, but Rosie truly appreciated it. In fact, while Victoria hadn’t noticed the woman until the clattering ice cream was placed on the table, little Nicole was eyeing the raven-haired woman even as she had idly waited for the goods to be prepared.
Rosie, who now sat beside her mother, watched as a large bowl was placed on top of her. At the very least the treat looked about as good as it was expensive. Five large scoops of a toasted tanned color were placed around a central ball of cream; almonds sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon were dusted over the meal, with the fudge beginning to freeze over the caramel scoops, forming a chunky coat of chocolate.
Little Rosie was essentially at eye level with the dish… A problem that Victoria immediately recognized. The mother slid the plate over to face her, while Rosie climbed back up on her lap, now tall enough to properly eat the ice cream extravaganza she ordered.
The mother, one the other hand, was simply given a frozen, still-packaged popsicle. She peeled away the package as she spoke:
“No, I’m not from here. I’m only in West City for business — and to visit an old childhood friend.”
She would come to bite down at the vanilla pop, taking care to not let her lips brush up against the vanilla and ruin her lipstick. A tricky event, but she pulled it off with unparalleled dexterity.
The man's simply chocolate ice cream was also brought in a crystalline bowl. Three large scoops placed in front of him with polished silver cutlery. The raven-haired woman gave a fraction of a bow and wished them a good meal, vowing to return shortly and check if they wanted anything else.
“I’m normally from Central City, but I’ve also spent a little time in Satan City; I used to be a legal representative.” The woman explained, “But I’ve had a little career change. Being in court battles all the time left little time for raising my little munchkin, which is my first priority.”
Rosie, who had managed to loud the first spoonful in her mouth without making a mess, looked up at her talking mum, “You mean Uncle Nic?”
With a slight nod, Victoria patted the little one’s shoulder with her free hand, “That’s right, dear.”
Her eyes returned up to the generous young man in front of her. “I don't’ really know about traveling. Once you have kids your life kind of changes dramatically. Or, at least it should; you have to put them in front of everything you do; sometimes you have to push away some aspirations for a while. At least until they have their own lives together. So I don’t see a whole lot of traveling in my near future… Unless you count the few day-long travels during some rare work assignments.”
Victoria, herself, only shrugged at the mention of danger. The danger wasn’t something that she shied away from; she was firmly confided she could handle herself in almost any situation — part of the reason why she had taken to the Nightwitch superhero persona. That said she would likely do some good to mention one thing to the newcomer:
“West City isn’t very safe either.” She chimed in, “Since the BBA took over crime has been lowered, and since Captain Nova began operating crime has been pushed down even further… But West City is still not the kind of place you’ll want to walk around at night by yourself in.” There was a slight nod, “Especially if you wear anything that looks like it’s worth nabbing.”
She wouldn’t go into detail regarding her personal experience with West City crime; especially not with her daughter around. But the state of affairs here was definitely bad enough that Victoria would consider traveling to be safer.
“That said — I’m from the South too. I was born there but moved out really early on. Seasalt Town; little fishing hub by the beach. Ever heard of it?”
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Post by Regis on Jan 18, 2017 22:50:18 GMT
As the ice cream arrived, Regis stared at it, rather reserved for the moment before grasping the fancy spoon that was placed before him and happily ate as she went on about her past. It seemed that she resides in central but travels somewhat on business trips. She however was from the south like he was and asked him about a place that seemed vaguely familiar, yet didn't ring any bells. Regis closed his eyes and went into thought.
"Well... it does sound a bit familiar.. but I'm not too knowledgeable about it. However, since I don't have any kids- that I know of. So I plan to just keep on traveling. Maybe one day I can visit other planets, who knows just who I'll meet. There's a lot of different people out there. Though I hope I don't run into any of the dangerous ones."
Regis flashed her one of his traditional woman swooning smiles which wasn't exactly his fault. Regis did wonder if he was strong enough to be able to keep traveling though. There were plenty of dangerous people who'd like to kill him for fun. Would he be able to survive?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2017 8:55:02 GMT
Both ladies kept relatively quiet while they ate, but their attentions were focused on two different things:
Little Rosie kept her eyes down at her plate, only occasionally looking up and over at her mum, just to get her bearings; this was due to her self-policing. Rosie constantly was keeping an eye on her mannerisms — from how her hand gripped the spoon, to how she sat, to how her shoulders were aligned. Rosie's glimpse at her mother were made to catch little hints of how she should behave; mother dearest was both a role model as well as a source of validation, which shaped her behavior.
Victoria, on the other hand, seemed to focus on the popsicle she consumed. It was sweet — very sweet. A normal person would've likely called it excessive, but thanks to her bizarre palate for sweet things, Victoria wasn't sure if the treat's flavor was over or underwhelming. Victoria was very picky; she expected more from a place like this... Nonetheless, she didn’t show any signs of her faltered expectations. Instead, a vague smile of pseudo-enjoyment painted a rather happy picture. Truthfully, the flavor was rather pleasant, it was only the intensity that was at fault.
While it was true that the harsh scrutiny that the woman put the vanilla pop through didn't affect her facial expression, it also didn't affect her focus on this little social exchange; Victoria still paid very close attention to the boy as he spoke. He shared some of her own fears regarding ‘the dangerous ones’.
The thought of him trying to fit his car in a spaceship was entertaining enough, given she figured technology as elegant and antique as the vehicle didn't come with capsule technology.
The other observation the witch pulled was that the boy seemed to be lacking a bit in the conversation, but he more than made up for with a rather dazzling smile. It was infectious, and upon seeing it Ms. D’Arvoire couldn’t help but find a — genuine — smile of her own creeping up in response.
“Well, where are you headed then? If you don’t mind me asking, that is; I know that a lot of travelers prefer to not divulge destinations due to security reasons.” There was the hint of a shrug coming from her, but it was rather subtle — everything about her seemed to be, save her appearance. “Which, I understand.”
Still, that left one question she was curious about, but one she found difficult to ask. In Victoria’s mind, there were two kinds of travelers: those who were running towards something, or those who were running from something. Was the boy running towards some kind of experience? Running towards a goal or meaning? Or was he running from something in his past?
“So, why are you looking to get away from home and see the world? Maybe the galaxy, according to you; did you.” There was a pause, the woman deciding to throw in a little something to throw him off what she was really asking, “Did you just get bored of life at home?”
Little Rosie, on the other hand, hadn’t given the situation any thought. She was just a child playing catching up with the bits and pieces of the grown up conversation being exchanged. With her innocent regarding social contracts, the girl was rather blunt about her question. “Are you a hobo?”
Upon hearing that Victoria's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She promptly turned to Rosie, giving her a 'mom look' for pursed lips and a sharp stare. Little Rosie found herself a little conflicted about the scowling she received. Did she do something wrong?
"D-don't mind her," Victoria urged, her free hand waving by her cheek in a sign of dismissal, tossing the young gentleman an apologetic look, "Children day the darnest things...!"
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Post by Regis on Jan 27, 2017 11:53:13 GMT
[My apologies,I've been busy recently. I'll try to put a post up today. You're my top priority.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 1:27:12 GMT
Just posting here to note that you forgot to post. Not rushing, just making sure that you don't forget.
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