Rosetta limped into the medical bay, sitting down and groaning. "Hi, Dr. McCoy"
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Leonard looked up, frowning at her limp.
“What seems to be the problem? That’s quite a limp.”
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Rosetta limped into the medical bay, sitting down and groaning. "Hi, Dr. McCoy"
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Leonard looked up, frowning at her limp.
“What seems to be the problem? That’s quite a limp.”
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Rosetta had been sitting by Anatole when the flirting began. The over-familiarized phrases passing between them made her stomach churn. She shouldn’t be jealous, she has no right. Anatole is not hers and she shouldn’t be jealous. But she is, and she can’t quite make herself feel that bad about it. She thinks of how to break this up, a cough? Too subtle. “Actually, the alphabet originates from Greece. The first two letters of the Greek alphabet are Alpha and Beta” She says to the chick Anatole had been talking up. As he turns to her, she sees a small spark of interest at her behavior. She feels her cheeks flush a light pink as she nods and stands up, nearly storming from the room.
When they stand outside the doors, when the BRISK AIR hits them and sends Anatole’s hands plunging into the depths of his jacket’s pockets, he turns to look at her. For a moment there is silence, and in this moment he appraises her, unsure if he’s annoyed or amused. Then, in a very REASONABLE and APPEASING tone, he speaks. “Well, злющий маленькая принцесса, you want to tell me what that was about?”
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“Your phone? No, Rose, why? You missing it? Did something take it?”
“To be honest with you, I think they’re scared of you.”
Quill stopped in his tracks and looked back at her with a quirked brow. “Scared? Of me?” He looked down at himself. Well… he was dressed as a Ravager… and he was currently holding his blasters, ready to fire… and he probably looked as tired as he felt right then. “Okay fine, you may have a point.” He relented. “But that doesn’t excuse what they did.” he added in an annoyed tone.
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"Did I fall asleep?"
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“That depends,” Pepper raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Do you normally have a blushed colored hand print on your forehead?” From the looks of it, she looked slightly exhausted.
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Rosetta blushed and looked away, pushing hair behind her ear. “You sure enjoy making me flustered, don’t you?” She asked quietly. “All I meant by that was that you’ve been fairly whiny”
“Yeah, alright, fair enough. I’m that too.” He lets his hands sink into his pockets as he admires that self-titled FLUSTERED look on her face. His teasing is too playful, too easy, and too ridiculous to be taken seriously, he thinks, and so there’s no harm in his being so brazen. “What can I say? I get that way when there’s n o t h i n g to do.”
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Rosetta turned around with a blush and crossed arms. “Hello, George. Yes, he has tried that. During class, may I add.” She paused with a look of confusion. “Why?”
“Typical,” George muttered, though he was still smiling. “Dunno. Got some weird ideas about pureblood naming patterns and, like, societal decay, or something. Ask him yourself.”
@ask-rosetta-glcnnwood replied to your post “[full offence but there is not a human being in this universe more...”
I understand but what's that to say about Oliver?
[Oliver has his moments of adorability but he’s mostly just swankily handsome.
No one tell me they look the same ok they look nothing alike]