“ Do you think that I’d be here if I didn’t have a reason ? “
Like the other battle venues that reside at opposite ends of the sprawling frontier, the factory that sits itself adjacent to the northeastern corner stands intimidatingly tall among the others; an array of exhaust fans and thick pipes lined among the outskirts of the building. While the outside looks menacing enough with it’s almost dingy color scheme and uninviting atmosphere, the inside does nothing to soothe anxious challengers.
After all, near pitch-black rooms with faded hanging lamps do little to welcome the fainthearted.
Rosalie is not the type to be threatened so easily be appearances, however, allowing her to freely move within the confines of the factory with no concern as to what may be creeping around the corner. In this case, there is nothing there aside from a man slouching on a nearby love seat, returning her less than pleasant addressing with a reply akin to that of standoffish.
“ Adrian wants us to gather at the Battle Castle for some idiotic tea party of his, “ she explains, though her tone is anything but that of enthusiastic. She’d come here under the guise of fetching the Factory Head for such an occasion, but she truly had intentions of avoiding the gathering altogether.
As flippant as the Castle Valet was when it came to her, she knew he was determined enough to drag her kicking and screaming towards whatever catastrophic idea he had imagined that day. She’d wanted to avoid it all costs and retrieving Orion had been her only scapegoat; though he didn’t speak much ( she was somewhat thankful ), he was agreeable when it came to others most of the time.
Surely, he would act as good company for the other while she headed off towards her own destination. So, with that in mind, she’d told the other male she’d personally collect the cerulean-haired male ( if only for her own sake of sanity in getting away from the other for a short time before she could slip away for the evening ), “ I figured it’d be best to come retrieve you for the event, so let’s go. “
“... of course not. why would you show up.. without reason?”
saying he’s being sarcastic is a difficult one. while he definitely had intentions behind the words, it’s impossible to pinpoint with his blunt delivery and almost deadpan, monotoned way of speaking. he huffs out a sigh, his rest has been disturbed and so he must argue back, a slight tongue click being how he ends his sigh. pulling himself up from the couch he’d been lounging along.
“...adrian always wants us to have tea parties. that does not mean we have to join.” he doesn’t even angle his head downwards to show that he is speaking to her, instead simply looking off over the top of her head at the way she came. clearly rosalie has some sort of other motive for coming all this way to bother him about some stupid brunch, considering he never shows up to them when it’s adrian inviting him.
he likes to think he’s a nice person though.
“...i haven’t eaten yet, however.. so i’ll be joining you both just this once.” he sighs again, it seems to be a common thing for him to do when he has nothing else to say. adjusting the jacket he’d been wearing, it wasn’t exactly something you’d wear to a ‘tea party’, something he’d learned from joining his daughter and her dolls in their own, but he’s positive adrian wouldn’t mind all too much.
