Morning~
Happy Birthday Yukimura-buchou.
You're an irritating brat as a muse, but you deserved better than what you got.
Rosalia was sick.
She would rather die a painful and greusome death than admit this fact, of course. It would be a sign of weakness. She was /destined/ to be the next Queen, and nothing like a little sniffling, and coughing and queasyness was going to stop her.
Her Guardians however, seemed to have other plans.
"Go home." Clavis said firmly, barely looking up at her from a spread of ominous-looking Tarot cards. "You're clearly ill."
Rosalia stormed out with as much dignity as she could manage.
Julious gave her the same treatment, only with a stern direct look and a mention that degrading the decorum of the competition was unacceptable.
Randy's office was locked when she passed and so she fled to the one person who might actually appreciate the effort she'd gone to to make herself presentable.
Olivie was standing by his mirror when she knocked, and called for her to enter. His eyes narrowed slightly as he waved her over.
"Come here." She stepped closer and he stepped aside, gesturing for her to look in the mirror.
And... that's all for now! Work work work... in Littleton. Ick.
You're an irritating brat as a muse, but you deserved better than what you got.
Rosalia was sick.
She would rather die a painful and greusome death than admit this fact, of course. It would be a sign of weakness. She was /destined/ to be the next Queen, and nothing like a little sniffling, and coughing and queasyness was going to stop her.
Her Guardians however, seemed to have other plans.
"Go home." Clavis said firmly, barely looking up at her from a spread of ominous-looking Tarot cards. "You're clearly ill."
Rosalia stormed out with as much dignity as she could manage.
Julious gave her the same treatment, only with a stern direct look and a mention that degrading the decorum of the competition was unacceptable.
Randy's office was locked when she passed and so she fled to the one person who might actually appreciate the effort she'd gone to to make herself presentable.
Olivie was standing by his mirror when she knocked, and called for her to enter. His eyes narrowed slightly as he waved her over.
"Come here." She stepped closer and he stepped aside, gesturing for her to look in the mirror.
And... that's all for now! Work work work... in Littleton. Ick.