[center][h2][color=crimson]❀[/color] [u]Rosalina Idwal[/u] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/h2][i]"[color=Crimson]...[/color]"[/i]

❀ [@Zarkun] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/center]

Rosalina aimlessly wandered the streets of Crocus. She wasn't ready to retire to the hotel just yet, too busy processing the conversation with Gregory Vale. It was an odd request, but one the council member understood well enough to know there was no malicious intent behind it. Rosalina wondered what kind of person this Luna girl was. Perhaps she'd have the stuff to make an excellent Knight.
"[color=DarkOrange]Rosalina Idwal? I require a moment of your time.[/color]" The man's voice cut through her thoughts, stopping her dead in her tracks. She watched him bow before her before slowly raising her hand to her forehead in a polite salute. Being as socially exhausted as she was, the gesture came off quite lethargically. She wasn't in the mood for dealing with another stranger and her manners would only last so long.
"[color=crimson]Speaking. How may I help you, sir?[/color]" He looked strange indeed, and Rosalina's eyes wandered to what appeared to be various tattoo's poking out from various places in his attire. From the way he spoke and acted, it was clear he was not native to Fiore. The question was what did he want from Rosalina?


[center][h2][color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [u]Isabella and Bullet[/u] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/h2][i]"[color=FireBrick]I've always been scared and alone, but you understood me.[/color]"[/i]

[color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [@Zarkun] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/center]

"[color=DeepPink]You know, for all the crap you give her, you sound more like you wish it was you going with her than me.[/color]" Jane's words hit Bullet like a truck, leaving him stunned. In his frustration he hadn't realised just how much he had let on about his feelings.
"[color=FireBrick]As if![/color]" Bullet spat out defensively, talking through grit teeth. "[color=Firebrick]Besides it's none of your bu-[/color]"
"[color=DeepPink]Of course, that's none of my business, so I'll rather ask how long you've known each other[/color]". Jane interjected, leaving Bullet speechless once more. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, the young man shoved his clenched fists into the pockets of his jacket and awkwardly mumbled a response.
"[color=FireBrick]Seven years[/color]". Seven years didn't sound like a long time, but it was a long time to Bullet. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bells jingling. Turning around, Bullet saw Isabella exit the store with the scarf wrapped around her neck and a triumphant grin plastered across her face.
"[color=MediumPurple]Where to next friends? I feel like celebrating my victory over the demon hag[/color]".