❝hey are you ok?❞ -ladysuperior
“I think? I’m conscious so I guess that counts as being okay.”
“Good,” she wiped her brow, face still full of concern, “The blood always down your face never helps with trying to figure out if you’re hurt, does it?”
Normally Lady Superior would be in a buisness suit or blue and gold attire, but…she looked so casual that you wouldn’t even think of imagining she was the wife of Papa IV. She looked nice, but this was one of the times she didn’t look her job.
“But seriously, did you hit something?” Kelsey added quickly, hands hovering almost over Mary in case he needed help getting up.
Mary quickly got up before patting the dust off his trousers, “I’m fine really. You don’t need to worry so much about me, lady”, he replied. “The fake blood is a great way to get people to stay out of your bubble, though. I highly recommend it”, he chuckled.
“Well, I’m kinda that way, I always worry,” she shrugged, “I mean I worry about things as simple as how I’ll order a pizza and not stumble on my words.”
At his tip, Kelsey smirked, “Yeah, my ‘resting bitch face’ takes care of my bubble. Sometimes a bit too much. At least the fake blood works for you though. Glad you’re not actually bleeding out too. Oh um-”
At least it wasn’t real blood.
Awkwardly, she stuck her hand out, “Sorry. I’m Kelsey, Papa IV’s wife. Lady Superior, but seriously don’t call me that unless you want to. I’d be in a professional get up, but honestly today I just needed to not look that way for once. My nerdy shirts haven’t been touched in weeks. You…must be Mary, right? I’ve heard a little bit about you from Copia.”
He looked down at her hand before grabbing and shaking it quickly, “It’s nice to meet you, then. I’m Mary, son of your husbands predecessor”, he replied. “I didn’t know Copia talked about me. Only good things, I hope?”
“Oh yeah, definitely,” she smiled, dimples being prominent on her cheeks, “All good things. I just never see you out. I mean, understandable, honestly but…yeah, Copia talks about you from time to time. Mostly about how cool your guitar skills are, which I don’t know how you do that. My hand coordination with anything is like a toddler’s.”
He chuckled quietly at her comparison, "Well, if you'd like to learn, I'm sure I can teach you a few chords sometime."
