[RL for Roze]

[number1112]

At five pm 11-12 was in his room, claiming to his father that he wanted an early night to read and rest. He didn't want to be disturbed when he had a visitor from the Duck community. It was always a dangerous thing for the visitor and maybe even for himself - or so he felt. He didn't want anybody to get into trouble on his account

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[makewayforroze]

[Everything was packed and ready to go, she'd made sure of it. So, when she arrived, it was with an crowded bag held in front of her, clutching it tightly in both hands.

Roze looked exactly like she did in the video, including the simple dress she wore. The pink bangs and purple eyes would probably be strange for some worlds but for anyone on the community, it was hardly the most outrageous colors.

The smile on her face widened when she saw him, excited as well.]

[number1112]

[He smiled back when he saw her.]

Good. You made it.

[makewayforroze]

[She held the food up as if to assure him it was there.]

I've been looking forward to it. Doing this with friends is nice. [Her gaze travels the room, curious about his world.]

[number1112]

[His room is large; simply but elegantly furnished in mostly pale creamy colours, like his clothing. There is fine wooden trim and furniture and a roomy old-fashioned-looking bed. A table and chairs are over to the side.]

Well, welcome to my home. You didn't have any trouble getting here, did you?

[He means with the worldhop, since he'd asked her to come directly to his room.]

[makewayforroze]

[Her heads shakes.] There are a lot of kind people who are willing to help. [Her gazes goes back to him] Your room is beautiful. Did your father decorate it?

[number1112]

It's been like this for as long as I can remember. I think my mother decorated everything originally.

[makewayforroze]

It's very nice. She made it beautiful. Have you changed anything?

[number1112]

Not really.

[Her glances around, seeming a little sad. Then he takes a deep breath.]

So, um, you can put your things on there.

[He points at the table.]

[makewayforroze]

Thank you. I thought soup and sandwiches would be nice.

[After she sets it down, she turns to face him.] Are you alright?

[number1112]

[He swallows nervously and nods, forcing a smile back on his face.]

Yes. Fine.

That sounds good.

[makewayforroze]

[But forced smiles are ...forced]

It's alright to tell me if you aren't. Friends can do that too.

[number1112]

[Thinking about his mother is always sad.]

Do you want to sit down?

[makewayforroze]

I would, thank you.

[Taking the seat, she waits for him to do the same.] I'm not keeping you from anything important, am I?

[number1112]

[He sits down and shakes his head.]

No. I have the afternoon and evening free.

[makewayforroze]

[Things begin to emerge from the bag. A thermos, two wrapped sandwiches, a contained that seems to have a few vegetables inside, and finally, a covered pan that would theoretically hold the pie.

And then two more containers]

I brought tea and juice, I wasn't sure which you liked.

[number1112]

[He looks curiously at the items and food.]

Oh, either is fine.

Are these things native to your world?