@odiodise
She’s on the lookout for faces she knows. Doesn’t know personally, except for the games, or the Golden Land — but at least she knows them well enough to spot one in a crowd of unruly people, faceless goats roaming about. Pushing each other, clawing at whatever they can. She squints; the sign saying ‘80% off everything’ catches her eye. Ah, there’s a sale.
Devilish Pretty’s store comes to mind. Gaap remembers racking long fingers on some poor demon’s back, because they touched the hat she was about to take. Then again, the hat’s not even that nice to look at — she just wants to have it more than they had. She’d been successful that time.
Maybe she’ll let her stay there, ah, but she can’t just leave her alone. Maybe a few more minutes. Maybe. Oh, she can’t stand this. They’re pushing her all over the place!
In another second, or even less, a blink later, they’ll have vanished from sight, leaving Rosa standing in the middle of what was a crowd. Now, nothing.
