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[hr][center][b][color=ff5fc0]Location:[/color] The Mighty Bean
[color=ff5fc0]Interacting With:[/color] Claire [@Lady Amalthea], Cass [@Charnobylisk], & Belle [@Universorum]
[color=ff5fc0]Date:[/color] April 25th[/b][/center][hr]

It seemed like a bit of a whirlwind, especially as Claire starting ranting about forgetting her friend's birthday, to which she could only furrow her brows at for a few moments. [i]'She's upset at not being wished happy birthday? ... I haven't been wished happy birthday, let alone given a present in nearly ten years. Do I have permission to throw a fit too?'[/i] Of course, Rose understood it was more than that, but it seemed kind of small, though it was be more accurate that Melrose had lived a life mostly void of any sort of care and had simply gotten used to it - as sad as it sounded.

Then Cass addressed her - or at least that's what she said her name was. She had to admit, she was absolutely loving her choice of outfit. Right now Rose was wearing something very causal in her terms, but normally rocked the punk style - which Cass' own outfit reminded her of. The accent was definitely interesting too, causing her to give the woman a small smile. Still, she barely had time to say, [b][color=ff5fc0]"no worries. I understand."[/color][/b] Then the woman was off talking and focusing on Claire again, who seemed to have mostly ignored Rose, but again - it was something she was mostly used to by this point in her life. It didn't help she was quiet and an introvert.

Before she knew it though, another girl was just inviting herself to sit down and placing herself right next to Rose. She was pretty cute, like Cass, but more in a princess-y way. There was mention of kitties though! [b][color=ff5fc0]"Kitty?"[/color][/b] she asked, instantly drawing her attention. That was really all she was able to say though before Belle cast a hurricane of words. [i]'Fuck...'[/i] she thought quietly, [i]'will I ever get to talk?'[/i] It was both an amusing and slightly irritating thought as the woman went on about Mcdonalds (which Melrose loved) and then ranted on about her cat and how this trip to Disneyland had to be perfect by it's very nature. In that sense, Rose was right - she did act very much like a princess. Kind of a shame she figured, since she enjoyed being called princess herself sometimes... well, at least from potential girlfriends. Regardless, she slowly got up and made her way to her bag which had been left in the middle of floor and looked, silently, in Belle's direction.