#i think i might go this approach more with robloxians. because right now i feel like im leaning too far into “normal human guy” territory

[lockede-x-it]

where do they even keep all that shit on them

[sprstories]

HEY HI ITS UR FRIEND BACK AGAIN TO ASK FOR SOME ROZANDA N CLAIRE THANK YOU SMILES 🙏

— Hey, Claire. — Rozanda put her hands on the shoulders of the named, and looked over her neck at the papers that she has, or rather had, since by the sudden touch, she made her drop the papers out of fright. — what are you doing?

— ...Daily paperwork, Rozanda, at least that's what I was doing until you came. —.

Rozanda noticed that tone, she was angry, or rather more serious than normal, but that was not strange, she always made her that kind of treatment, indifferent and stoic, clearly she still did not trust her, and she did not forgive her for kidnapping some of her people.

— Are you still mad at me? Come on Claire, it's been months and you're still not over it. —

— Are you sorry for what you done? — This time she turned to Rozanda, giving a sharp look, but that didn't intimidate her at all.

— No, but-.

— So we'll talk later. — The mayor gathered up all her papers, scattered on the floor. — See you soon. —.

Rozanda frowned at being totally discarded, who did she think she was to throw her away like that?

She may had enslaved her people, tortured and humiliated them but.. now that she thought about it, it was a bad thing.

She sighed, normally she wouldn't mind getting closer to the mayor more than she intended, but she would only do it to regain her honor.

— You'll see Claire, you'll forgive me, and we'll be the best friends in the world. Take it as a threat! — she screamed, enough for the black-haired woman to hear. — You will feel so comfortable with me that you will not want to leave my side, EVER. HAHAHAHA. —.

Many Robloxians who were there began to walk away in fear.

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— Hey Claire. —.

Claire sighed, wouldn't that girl ever stop following her? not even in her own office?

— What do yo— uh... — She was able to capture how the pirate approached her (threateningly) a cup with coffe, it was written "#1 mayor" it reminded her of someone in particular.

— i made you coffe. —.

— i don't want coffe. —.

— Why? it's not poisoned. Come on take a sip. —.

— I don't want your coffee, and how did you get into my office? —.

— i'm trying to be good with you. And, don't question anything, just accept it. —.

— You just me to forgive you, right? — Rozanda stared at her. — I know it, a simple coffe wouldn't restore my people mental he—.

— SHUT UP, TAKE A SIP CLAIRE. —

— NO, NO! —.

— TAKE THE F*CKING COFFE CLAIRE. —

— GUARDS. —.

Then she was dragged outside, at least Claire kept the cup, she hoped that the "gif" would take effect.

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— Hey. — Rozanda walked over to (a very tired) Claire. Before the mayor says anything, Rozanda put a piece of paper in her face. — I have a gift for you. —.

Silently, she pulled the paper from her face to get a better look. She could see little scrawls of her and Rozanda together, with various hearts, fire, corpses, and pirates. Above them, there was a big phrase "FORGIVE ME".

Claire frowned, and looked at Rozanda, who had a confident smile, and at the same time she looked terrifying standing, staring into her soul.

— what do you think? —.

— I... Don't want your garbare. —.

Claire held out her hand with the paper, and let it slowly fall to the floor.

Rozanda's face was a mixture of disappointment, "sadness" and anger.

— just give up Rozanda... —.

— no, I'm not going to give up. —.

The purple-haired girl ran to who knows where, only her mind knew where she was going. Claire didn't really care where she was going.

Then the mayor looked at the ground, looking at the drawing carefully, she would not admit that she was impressed that the same infamous pirate queen did that to her.

And she just threw it away like nothing.

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Claire took a deep breath and exhaled, more than tired, exhausted from the pirate's hanging attitude. Context? right now she was being taken on a "blind-eyed walk" she was basically forced.

Her steps were clumsy, because she tried to go slow, the blindfold made her distrust everything, she expected that Rozanda would kidnap and torture her for throwing her simple drawing.

They finally stopped, and Claire gasped in exhaustion. She felt a pressure unleash on her head and she expected the worst.

Then what she saw made her speechless.

— Do you like it? I made this for us. —.

At the top of a hill, where the sun was beginning to descend, the best place for a picnic, there they were.

— you made this for me? —.

— It wasn't just me, some people helped me, it might be a simple thing, but, uh, I have a hard time doing this kind of thing. —.

Claire looked at her seriously and sighed, she understood her somehow, Rozanda was someone with a lot of pride and at a certain point, evil, doing something as sweet as this was difficult for someone like her.

— Well, it's a shame, but I'm very busy right now. —.

— you're always busy. — Rozanda this time was heard more... Hurt? — I just want to make up for the shitty day I put you through.

— But I have to take care of my town. —.

— They will be fine, don't you have someone to replace you? Dusekkar or Lanter? —.

— They are with Antagon, I do not want to put a burden on them. —.

— Fair enough. Protagonist? —.

— Right there. — Claire pointed to a place on the hill, where the protagonist and Scriptliss were on their long-awaited date.

—... TUCKER!? —.

— With Aristris, i think? —.

— DAMMIT! Just... stay, please? i... this really means much to me. —.

Claire thought about it for a few seconds.

— Okay ... I guess they can take care of themselves. —.

She sat next to the pirate, who happy, handed her a sandwich from the basket.

They both stared at the sunset, together, without looking at each other but for the first time having a civilized conversation, without shouting or complaints, without threats or lies.

Still, Rozanda still had something pending.

— Claire, are you still mad at me? —.

— It wouldn't be so much if you at least admitted and apologized for what you did. — Claire took a bite of her second sandwich.

— ...Ok, i'm sorry. — and then Claire choked. — Uh..

— *cof* repeat that.. —.

— DON'T MAKE THIS HARDER, LOOK, I don't regret what I did, but if you ask so much, I apologize for all the suffering i caused before. — Rozanda inhaled. — If you want, I apologize to the people I hurt, I make you coffee every day, I draw you, ANYTHING, BUT STOP AVOIDING ME. IT FEELS WEIRD, AND IT HURTS. —.

— ok, i don't hate you anymore. —.

Rozanda was silent, was it that easy? and she killing her brain to try to have her friendship, yes... Friendship.

— Wait, just that? You won't test me or something? —.

— Well, if you want.. —.

— NO, no. — Rozanda shaked her hands. — it's okay like that, ha.

— Still, only I forgive you, and even if I don't hate you anymore, it doesn't mean that I like you or something like that. —.

— Is there anything I can do to at least please you more? —.

Claire looked at her for a second, then at the sky, then at her, and ended up looking at the sky again that was slowly darkening.

— I would recommend that you personally apologize to the people you hurt, including Tucker, perhaps that will score you points. —.

Rozanda looked at the basket for one minute.

— If I hand you this can of soda, how many points would you add? —.

— That would be five points. —.

They both looked into each other's eyes, and laughed, everything was definitely fine between them now.

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Bonus: Claire returns to her office after the little picnic with Rozanda, and then takes out of her pocket the small paper with the drawing that Rozanda made for her, she saved it. She then turns it over and writes "I forgive you :)" and then leaves it in the mail with Rozanda's (new) home address.