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@brutalityofbeauty
Soloist
"Not as rude as sleeping during a cultural delight." she muses, fanning herself with the show schedule.
"It’s just paper, Dave. Get over it."
"Bluhh fine. But you hit me really hard."
"Don’t be such a child, it really wasn’t that hard."
"I’m not being a child mom. I’m a grown ass man."
"Of course you are, how could I ever forget?"
Tea time
“For someone who has the same line of work, shouldn’t you know why?” she deadpans.
She drums her fingers on the table before speaking again. “Who is left to kill?”
She tilts her head to the side not in confusion but to stretch.
“Well done Lalonde. That is indeed the answer I require. Second question, how is your boss?”
"I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s probably busy as of now." she says nonchalantly.
Peixes hasn’t been around often, not that Rose cared much for the fish-loving girl.
"And your relations?" she asks, folding her hands neatly on the table.
"You haven’t been making small talk with people have you?"
"Don't be silly, Aranea." she jokes.
"I haven't done anything noteworthy to this so-called topic called 'relationships'."
Soloist
Smack. Dave felt a sharp pain and quickly rose up. He turned to Rose and saw a small smile on her face. Her attention wasn’t directed at Dave but he knew she was the one how hit him. What did she ever use?
"Rude," he mumbled.
"Not as rude as sleeping during a cultural delight." she muses, fanning herself with the show schedule.
"It’s just paper, Dave. Get over it."
"Bluhh fine. But you hit me really hard."
"Don't be such a child, it really wasn't that hard."
Soloist
Ok this got boring real fast. Maybe a small nap could pass time?
She swears she could hear light snoring. Was he sleeping?
As she turns to him she sees Dave Strider, top-class hitman, taking a nap during a cultural show. You’re tempted to whack him in the face with anything you can find.
Smack. Dave felt a sharp pain and quickly rose up. He turned to Rose and saw a small smile on her face. Her attention wasn’t directed at Dave but he knew she was the one how hit him. What did she ever use?
"Rude," he mumbled.
"Not as rude as sleeping during a cultural delight." she muses, fanning herself with the show schedule.
"It's just paper, Dave. Get over it."
Soloist
He feels a disturbance in all things good and awesome. And this disturbance is radiating off one snarky bitch name Rose Lalonde. Damn her knowing that everything that is happening sucks. He could practically feel the pride and snark smacking him upside his head.
‘Don’t let her get to you Strider. Just Relax.’ That’s exactly what he does.
She smiles at his growing discomfort but keeps her eyes on the show in front of her. It would be increasingly rude to put to waste all of the time and effort put into it by the opera singers on their pieces.
As she thinks to herself, the woman leaves the stage to make way for a middle-aged man to perform ‘Fidelio’ by Ludwig Van Beethoven, an opera of the seventeenth to eighteenth century.
Ok this got boring real fast. Maybe a small nap could pass time?
She swears she could hear light snoring. Was he sleeping?
As she turns to him she sees Dave Strider, top-class hitman, taking a nap during a cultural show. You're tempted to whack him in the face with anything you can find.
Tea time
“Well, aren’t you eager to begin?” she giggles.
“First off, what is going on in Veilchen? I’ve heard you haven’t been out for kills in a while.”
“For someone who has the same line of work, shouldn’t you know why?” she deadpans.
She drums her fingers on the table before speaking again. “Who is left to kill?”
She tilts her head to the side not in confusion but to stretch.
“Well done Lalonde. That is indeed the answer I require. Second question, how is your boss?”
"I haven't seen her in a while. She's probably busy as of now." she says nonchalantly.
Peixes hasn't been around often, not that Rose cared much for the fish-loving girl.
Soloist
He blinks a bit and remembers he’s not fluent in Italian. Well then, he guesses he could kinda half ass listen to this since he sorta understands the language. Some shit about a love story…or something?
Dave thought about asking Rose what was going on but put that thought aside since she would just probably shoosh at him.
You can sense Dave’s discomfort. Excellent.
Let the passive-aggressive games begin. Round one, opera. Oh, your mistake, you’ve already won this round. Silly you.
He feels a disturbance in all things good and awesome. And this disturbance is radiating off one snarky bitch name Rose Lalonde. Damn her knowing that everything that is happening sucks. He could practically feel the pride and snark smacking him upside his head.
‘Don’t let her get to you Strider. Just Relax.’ That’s exactly what he does.
She smiles at his growing discomfort but keeps her eyes on the show in front of her. It would be increasingly rude to put to waste all of the time and effort put into it by the opera singers on their pieces.
As she thinks to herself, the woman leaves the stage to make way for a middle-aged man to perform 'Fidelio' by Ludwig Van Beethoven, an opera of the seventeenth to eighteenth century.
Tea time
“Relax Lalonde! We’re just here to chat. And by that I mean, I want to know everything.”
She pulls Rose to a table for two and the waiter approaches them, menus in hand.
“Afternoon ladies, what will you be having?”
She freezes when Aranea says she wants to know everything but she regains her composure as Aranea makes her order of Earl Grey and a slice of Sansrival. You clear your throat and begin to speak.
“Blueberry cheesecake and a cup of Jasmine tea, if you please.”
When the waiter leaves, you talk again.
“Aranea, what do you want to know?”
“Well, aren’t you eager to begin?” she giggles.
“First off, what is going on in Veilchen? I’ve heard you haven’t been out for kills in a while.”
"For someone who has the same line of work, shouldn't you know why?" she deadpans.
She drums her fingers on the table before speaking again. "Who is left to kill?"
Tea time
“Still acting a bit too classy now Rose.” she says sarcastically.
She guides Rose to the location of the teahouse with ease before they stop in front of it.
“So, what exactly compelled you for a chat here Aranea?”
She says as she watches the lights of the teachouse glow softly, melting from the hatter’s hat to the Cheshire cat’s grin.
“Not much, Lalonde. I just wanted to ask a few questions.” she says cheekily much to Rose’s surprise.
She links her arm through Rose’s and bursts right through the door and into the madhouse teahouse.
“Wait..what?”
As she is dragged in, she can’t help but feel as if Aranea is hatching some sort of plan. An unbirthday perhaps? Or maybe something else.
“What is the meaning of this?”
“Relax Lalonde! We’re just here to chat. And by that I mean, I want to know everything.”
She pulls Rose to a table for two and the waiter approaches them, menus in hand.
“Afternoon ladies, what will you be having?”
She freezes when Aranea says she wants to know everything but she regains her composure as Aranea makes her order of Earl Grey and a slice of Sansrival. You clear your throat and begin to speak.
"Blueberry cheesecake and a cup of Jasmine tea, if you please."
When the waiter leaves, you talk again.
"Aranea, what do you want to know?"
Soloist
Well there goes the opera singer. He crosses his arms while thinking,’ This better be fucking good. Let this be good in some way shape or form.’
The singer begins to belt out an Italian love story about two lovers who are separated by the girl’s father due to his disgust for the boy in love with his daughter. It is so lovely that you might just shed an ironic tear.
He blinks a bit and remembers he’s not fluent in Italian. Well then, he guesses he could kinda half ass listen to this since he sorta understands the language. Some shit about a love story…or something?
Dave thought about asking Rose what was going on but put that thought aside since she would just probably shoosh at him.
You can sense Dave's discomfort. Excellent.
Let the passive-aggressive games begin. Round one, opera. Oh, your mistake, you've already won this round. Silly you.
Tea time
“My mistake Aranea. Rest assured that it shall not happen again.” she says sarcastically as she hits the ignition.
“Still acting a bit too classy now Rose.” she says sarcastically.
She guides Rose to the location of the teahouse with ease before they stop in front of it.
“So, what exactly compelled you for a chat here Aranea?”
She says as she watches the lights of the teachouse glow softly, melting from the hatter’s hat to the Cheshire cat’s grin.
“Not much, Lalonde. I just wanted to ask a few questions.” she says cheekily much to Rose’s surprise.
She links her arm through Rose’s and bursts right through the door and into the madhouse teahouse.
"Wait..what?"
As she is dragged in, she can't help but feel as if Aranea is hatching some sort of plan. An unbirthday perhaps? Or maybe something else.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Soloist
She doesn’t reply because the curtains rise to begin the show.
Dave leans back in his chair and watches the curtain rise.
Oh god he hopes he doesn’t actually die of boredom.
A smirk plays at her lips when the opera singer appears at center stage to begin the night’s performance.
Well there goes the opera singer. He crosses his arms while thinking,’ This better be fucking good. Let this be good in some way shape or form.’
The singer begins to belt out an Italian love story about two lovers who are separated by the girl's father due to his disgust for the boy in love with his daughter. It is so lovely that you might just shed an ironic tear.
Tea time
“Enticing, miss Serket. I can’t say I’m not impressed by your choice. Alice in Wonderland themed if I am not mistaken?” she says opening the car door for Aranea.
“But of course.”
She steps into the car carefully as to not bump her head.
”You’re free to call me Aranea, Rose. There is no need for formalities when it is just us.”
“My mistake Aranea. Rest assured that it shall not happen again.” she says sarcastically as she hits the ignition.
“Still acting a bit too classy now Rose.” she says sarcastically.
She guides Rose to the location of the teahouse with ease before they stop in front of it.
"So, what exactly compelled you for a chat here Aranea?"
She says as she watches the lights of the teachouse glow softly, melting from the hatter's hat to the Cheshire cat's grin.
Tea time
“It would be rude to decline such a generous offer.” says Aranea
Aranea and Rose exit the room, walk down the hall and into the elevator all the while talking in the way two sophisticated ladies should.
“By invitation, you get to choose of course, common courtesy you see. Is there any place you would prefer?.” you say as you take your keys out.
“I heard there was a new teahouse in Veilchen Borough. It’s called “The Mad Hatter”. I also heard that they serve pastries.” She suggested
“Enticing, miss Serket. I can’t say I’m not impressed by your choice. Alice in Wonderland themed if I am not mistaken?” she says opening the car door for Aranea.
“But of course.”
She steps into the car carefully as to not bump her head.
”You’re free to call me Aranea, Rose. There is no need for formalities when it is just us.”
"My mistake Aranea. Rest assured that it shall not happen again." she says sarcastically as she hits the ignition.
Soloist
“Is that reassurance that I won’t have to drag your corpse out of here?”
“If that’s how you wanna see it then be my guest.”
She doesn’t reply because the curtains rise to begin the show.
Dave leans back in his chair and watches the curtain rise.
Oh god he hopes he doesn’t actually die of boredom.
A smirk plays at her lips when the opera singer appears at center stage to begin the night's performance.
Soloist
“Splendid, enjoy the show then.” They continued to walk down the hall and into the theater, quietly sinking down into their seats when they reached them.
“I’ll try my best not to die out of boredom,” he says with a small smirk and sarcasm.
“Is that reassurance that I won’t have to drag your corpse out of here?”
“If that’s how you wanna see it then be my guest.”
She doesn't reply because the curtains rise to begin the show.
Soloist
“I’ll go the spontaneous route. It seems a lot more fun that way.”
“Splendid, enjoy the show then.” They continued to walk down the hall and into the theater, quietly sinking down into their seats when they reached them.
“I’ll try my best not to die out of boredom,” he says with a small smirk and sarcasm.
"Is that reassurance that I won't have to drag your corpse out of here?"
