#hopefully rosea knows how to handle them fjbdksj

[a-familiar-set-of-apartments]

Rosea smirked, taking a second to get off of the counter. "Who do you think is~?" She asked teasingly. "I mean... if your guess is Rosea Malificium, you would be once hundred percent correct, hon~" She brought a hand up to her mouth and giggled. Oh, getting this sort of reaction out of people made her feel so special. She tilted her head, looking Mara over. "... I like your fashion sense, hon. Did you just pick those up somewhere, or is there a tailor I need you to introduce me to~?" ~ Rosea

Mara was grinning so much her face hurt. Her eyes practically had stars in them. Rosea malificium was pretty much her biggest source of inspiration when it came to... well, a lot of things. And she was standing right in front of her!!! Smiling at her!!! Talking to her!!! Complimenting her outfit!!! It was all a little much. She slouched a bit into a relaxed pose, trying her hardest to seem casual. Though the eager, gentle flicking of her tailtip from side to side sort of ruined it. She was so excited.

“These old things?~” mara shrugged, “oh, I just found em. You’d be amazed with all the nice stuff folks toss out without a second thought. I could show you the best places to look, if you want me to.”

A soft cough sounded off behind mara.

“... uhm... ex... excuse me...?”

Berimont’s recovered his voice. And, from the looks of it, he’s recovered his anxiety, too. Mara gave him a look that screamed ‘be cool!!!’ But he didn’t notice. He fidgeted worriedly as he worked up his nerve to talk again. “Who... um... I-I mean... do you two... know each other...? Or something...?”

Mara just chuckled in that way a mildly embarrassed sibling does. “Oh, blueberi... don’t you know the mother of demons when she’s looking at you?”

Berimont stared at her blankly. Then, suddenly, the meaning of it dawned on him. A kind of awed horror spread across his face.

“Th- the- the what???” He squeaked.

“That’s right! Say hi to rosea~”