018 // Voice

[pileof_ashes]

Normally, I'm fine with public displays of affection, but this is getting to be a bit too much. I don't want to be subject to mental scarring every time I walk out of my house, so please, take it down a notch or get a room.

[There is a muffled sound as Rose moves away from her journal, so this last part is faint, obviously not meant for anyone to

Comments

[hisonlytruth]

I guess I don't mind it that much...

I can understand that it gets old, though.

[pileof_ashes]

I suppose you have someone to be affectionate with?

[hisonlytruth]

O-Oh, um!

I don't really think that's the case, exactly, but...

[pileof_ashes]

The only way one wouldn't mind something is if they're too busy to, don't you think?

[hisonlytruth]

Not really! It's just something that doesn't bug me...

[pileof_ashes]

To each her own. [She stops, thinking.] But perhaps I might have overreacted. It is only natural to want to share the feeling of being in love...

[hisonlytruth]

I don't think it's bad to say what you're thinking...

[pileof_ashes]

True, but I confess I might have been a bit of a hypocrite. [This one is so affected by the experiment.]

[hisonlytruth]

At least you can admit it!

[pileof_ashes]

[Rose makes a small sound. She doesn't really like admitting her faults.]

I believe this is the first time we've talked?

[hisonlytruth]

Oh, right! I'm Shirley...

[pileof_ashes]

And I'm Rosalie. Are you new? I haven't seen you around.

[hisonlytruth]

I've been here around two months...

[pileof_ashes]

...I see. I guess there are disadvantages to mostly keeping to myself.

[hisonlytruth]

I don't mind, really.

[pileof_ashes]

You're rather timid, aren't you. [She says this more as a statement than a question.]