A pause underneath the rosey lips of Roseheart. His breath escaped his very own thought; curious as he was and now merely thinking of the thought.
Is he going to harsh? Or merely adopted is rules again with blood.
" Fine. I'll pardon their crime for now. "
@BlotRedQueen "True... But, sometimes we need to realize that people can do things and they can be fixed.
It's easy to make another tart, and maybe we can reiterate the rule to the others when we get the chance."
@hearts_baker " The Problem isn't to make another... ' tart ' but . . . "
Riddle eyebrows arched, anger boiled inside of this cherry red rose into a fiery flame that just burst into piping hot burst.
" Heartslabyul Dorm rules: Rule 89! One must not eat the Queen's tart without permission!"
You needed anythin’ from kitchen or the merry loo’s. Don’cha tell anyone— but she’s makes the best marshmellows th’n anyone ev’r tasted.
Soooooo— maybe you would like some hot chocolate. Since ‘m goin down there myself. Just don’cha tell Ms. Sutcliff. “
At the door opening, Ronald steps inside and devise a idea how to remark the girl from refraining his identity. ( 𝘚𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. )
“ Th’ name is Ronald Knox. I’m a’ 𝘍𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 of Ms. Sutcliff. I was just jiff’n around n’ see if —
A big ol’ grin. Making his gesture of a trouble maker just old to well be known to everyone, especially Grell.
“ Oh well—!!! Your lost senpai~! “
Again, Ronald was back to his old self as rejection is all part of a play in a game. It’s all a typical day.
For Party Hard Knox.
“ Aw. . . That hurts my feelin’s “
Dramatically the strawberry blonde said, how a deviant he is as he lays his back against the wall. Pausing.
“ How cruel is the world than’ ev’n my own sensei reject my fabulous lock’s. “
Then, as if it was nothing. Ronald retorts with —