@twinxsanity
There’s been a lot of weird shit Carol’s gone through, throughout the... week. Maybe just a bit over a week. A weird chaos god, three Sonics, a Spade-looking guy that she has a crush on--Sonar, a guy who literally has Doom in their name, royalty, a pink hedgehog, and now.... She stands in the middle of a fucking castle looking directly at a turtle--no, not even a turtle! Turtles. With hair. The most dense of the dense could tell that she was at least slightly annoyed with all of this. She’s pretty close to losing it.
But, for her intents and purposes, plus her looming curiosity, she doesn’t lose it, surprisingly. She looks at the turtles with slight agitation, but she doesn’t go crazy on the poor guys. She’s nicer than that. Maybe I’ll just steal a couple things to satisfy myself, she thinks, hands in her pockets. Gotta get something small, though. Anything big’ll be too noticeable.
She raises an eyebrow, “So, what is this place,” she questions completely casually, as if she’s not intruding in on somebody’s home. “A castle for you guys or... are there more?”