Oh, how strange. Rose thinks she's seen them before. It's been so long, she can barely remember.
It's strange to find herself in such an intimate-seeming moment; she feels as though she's intruding, though by the looks of the layers of dust, no one's intruded in a long time. Maybe it's about time. Rose isn't entirely sure how... this could happen, this kid frozen in sleep (it's sleep right--? Yes, their chest rises and falls) with even cobwebs forming between them. How long have they been here? Why? Did the castle do this?
She's getting real tired of not knowing.
"Hello," she greets, crouching down (her long trench coat kicks up the dust along the floor) and putting a hand on their arm.
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It's strange to find herself in such an intimate-seeming moment; she feels as though she's intruding, though by the looks of the layers of dust, no one's intruded in a long time. Maybe it's about time. Rose isn't entirely sure how... this could happen, this kid frozen in sleep (it's sleep right--? Yes, their chest rises and falls) with even cobwebs forming between them. How long have they been here? Why? Did the castle do this?
She's getting real tired of not knowing.
"Hello," she greets, crouching down (her long trench coat kicks up the dust along the floor) and putting a hand on their arm.