The truth was, Columbia got lonely sometimes. When Frank was working (too often) she didn’t really know what to do with herself, and maybe she came off a bit needy looking for friendship, but she didn’t see why she and Magenta couldn’t do girl things sometimes, it was fun! At least she thought so. She had a hard time getting a read on Magenta, but she was sure that a little bit of fun was all the woman needed, really - it worked so well for most people.
She’d been down trying out her new taps in the ballroom, but even something she loved doing got a little boring after a while. Her attention span for solitary activities wasn’t spectacular. So when she saw Magenta in the parlor out of the corner of her eye, she popped in, grinning. Her shoes were in one hand, her feet otherwise bare; she was stripped down to short-shorts and a leotard of sorts, good “dance” clothes that she didn’t think to cover or change out of.
Giving a wide smile, Columbia chirped, “Lookin’ for things?”
Rolling her head back, Magenta blinked up at Columbia, the cigarette still pursed between her lips. Reaching up, she plucked it out of her mouth, rolling it between her claw-like nails. She allowed her eyes to dart over the groupie's current attire, zeroing in on the shoes clutched in her hand. Magenta frowned. So that was the incessant tapping she had been hearing for the last while. The Transylvianian would be highly upset if she had to go and clean scuff marks off of the ballroom floor.
Arching an eyebrow, Magenta let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a growl. "Vhat does is look like?"
“I dunno,” Columbia shrugged innocently. “Maybe.” She didn’t like assuming even simple things like that with Magenta - nosy she could be, but presumptuous she tried to avoid. Instead, she turned up the wattage on her grin (not that playing cute really worked on the domestic, but she could try) and asked, “What’s goin’ on?” If there was something she should be doing or not doing, she’d appreciate knowing. She did better with instructions sometimes.
Barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Magenta sat up, swinging her legs around to pull herself to her feet. She had finally spotted a small, guttering candle in the corner of the room. " Master and Riff Raff are vorking in the lab, and I am taking care of some chores."
What else was there to say? It was the truth, somewhat. Although she wasn't working at the moment, Magenta always knew there was some mundane task to take care of. Slinking up to teh candle, she pursed her cigarette between her lips and lit, inhaling deeply.
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She’d been down trying out her new taps in the ballroom, but even something she loved doing got a little boring after a while. Her attention span for solitary activities wasn’t spectacular. So when she saw Magenta in the parlor out of the corner of her eye, she popped in, grinning. Her shoes were in one hand, her feet otherwise bare; she was stripped down to short-shorts and a leotard of sorts, good “dance” clothes that she didn’t think to cover or change out of.
Giving a wide smile, Columbia chirped, “Lookin’ for things?”
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Rolling her head back, Magenta blinked up at Columbia, the cigarette still pursed between her lips. Reaching up, she plucked it out of her mouth, rolling it between her claw-like nails. She allowed her eyes to dart over the groupie's current attire, zeroing in on the shoes clutched in her hand. Magenta frowned. So that was the incessant tapping she had been hearing for the last while. The Transylvianian would be highly upset if she had to go and clean scuff marks off of the ballroom floor.
Arching an eyebrow, Magenta let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a growl. "Vhat does is look like?"
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If there was something she should be doing or not doing, she’d appreciate knowing. She did better with instructions sometimes.
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What else was there to say? It was the truth, somewhat. Although she wasn't working at the moment, Magenta always knew there was some mundane task to take care of. Slinking up to teh candle, she pursed her cigarette between her lips and lit, inhaling deeply.
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