@wariodemambo || From Here
Anxious nerves weren't something Rosalina often dealt with. Like... ever. It was her job to be the one in control of a situation. She was the problem solver, the one with a solution when things were going belly-up. So then why was the lace embroidery on her sleeves fussed with by index and thumb? Why did her heel scrape against the ground, the common gentle hover she naturally maintained cut short while she waited for Wario's door to swing itself open?
Well... let's think about this pragmatically. This was a strange appearance for the celestial. It's not like she called forward, nor had she ever been to Wario's abode. However, most people were delighted to have a surprise visit from one such as herself. ...But Wario wasn't most people. Also, cool it, Little Miss Narcissist. Just because countless before have made a trend of falling to your feet when you do so little as breathe doesn't mean you should expect the same from your star-flung children.
—Hmm, that too was a point of contention for her. A conflicting secret sat dusted and dirty on the underside of her tongue. Now, such was technically always the truth. Within her centuries since being beset by this strange and mystical life of hers, there were pieces of knowledge she's accrued that could topple societies with but a handful of words. But this was different. She kept those secrets for people. This was her own. In more ways than one.
Ah, but nevermind that now. Heavy footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door. Dress yourself up, now. First impressions were everything! Smile bright and show some delight. Aaaand... action!
It's a one-two combo of shattered expectations. Quite the succinct beginning and end on that one. So, what did we learn? Anticipation was a fickle thing around these parts. You should know to expect the unexpected when in the presence of someone such as Wario, that one is totally on her.
Thank the stars for the skill of insight, though, for the hustle and bustle behind the slammed door indicated something more than an instantaneous rejection. To repeat it once more: he certainly wasn't expecting this visitor, and that was now clear to see. But once he returned? A second try. Let's take it from the top.
"Wario." His blunt declaration is met with soft appreciation. She smiles genuinely, for it is genuine! There's nothing falsified about the face she makes. She is happy to see him. Her heart wouldn't let her hide it even if she wanted to.
"Well... to put it bluntly, I just wanted to talk. To check in. It's been a while, my dear. I've been away and things have been busy. On both sides, it would seem." Her eyes were keen— she could see his disheveled state. Wario was a man who took care of himself. ...Er, in his own special way. That is to say, he knew what he liked and partook of those pleasures as he pleased. He wasn't the sort to lose sleep. So this was certainly new.
"I know it's quite crude to drop in unannounced, but if you'll have a guest, I'd love to come in and converse for a while. I'm often gone for long periods of time... it would pain me to ever lose contact with those I care deeply for due to this fact."