Costa del Sol, Gaia -- Thursday Afternoon
Rosalind was feeling quite smug today, it was true.
Her plan of slipping into Midgar and leaving with her very surprised little sister (‘you’re here? Don’t you have work?’ had not held up under ‘I’ll write you a note for class, now come along’) and while Rosalind was more than certain that Tseng already knew about her disobeying his orders she’d not heard from him as of yet.
Which was, in a peculiar way, permission. Rosalind eyed herself for a moment, the bathing suit she’d chosen plain enough to satisfy her requirements, but not so very plain in truth, before glancing at the bathroom where Elena had disappeared to change.
“Are you nearly ready, Elena?”
[For the wee sib & calls/texts. NFB due to distance.]
Her plan of slipping into Midgar and leaving with her very surprised little sister (‘you’re here? Don’t you have work?’ had not held up under ‘I’ll write you a note for class, now come along’) and while Rosalind was more than certain that Tseng already knew about her disobeying his orders she’d not heard from him as of yet.
Which was, in a peculiar way, permission. Rosalind eyed herself for a moment, the bathing suit she’d chosen plain enough to satisfy her requirements, but not so very plain in truth, before glancing at the bathroom where Elena had disappeared to change.
“Are you nearly ready, Elena?”
[For the wee sib & calls/texts. NFB due to distance.]