Thank Truth For The Mini Bar // Summer Lovin' Event // Locked to Yosuke
[As usual, upon stirring from sleep, Olivier reaches for her most trusted companion, the sword passed down from one Armstrong to another for generations, only to wind up with a handful of hair.
She quickly withdraws her hand, puzzled by the occurance.
She always slept on the left side of the bed, just so she could reach for her sword with her dominant hand. When she opens her eyes, she is startled to see red sheets, and an all too familiar face not far from hers. And he is wearing a tuxedo. A quick glance down at her own clothing makes her cringe.
Sparkles, an offensive abundance of them, coming from the sequence of her, curve-hugging, dress.
Her first move is to try and open the door, but the knob doesn't even turn. Next, she tries the windows. No luck.
Scowling, she tears the bouquet of roses from Yosuke's hands and smacks him in the face.]
Help me find a way out of here!
She quickly withdraws her hand, puzzled by the occurance.
She always slept on the left side of the bed, just so she could reach for her sword with her dominant hand. When she opens her eyes, she is startled to see red sheets, and an all too familiar face not far from hers. And he is wearing a tuxedo. A quick glance down at her own clothing makes her cringe.
Sparkles, an offensive abundance of them, coming from the sequence of her, curve-hugging, dress.
Her first move is to try and open the door, but the knob doesn't even turn. Next, she tries the windows. No luck.
Scowling, she tears the bouquet of roses from Yosuke's hands and smacks him in the face.]
Help me find a way out of here!