I would never! You didn't want to try before? I am making us a fort btw
[ Which she has decided on a particularly buoyant breeze of whimsy, but if it's Isolde's first time, they should make it scenic. (And maybe Roza likes the idea of being the more experienced one. Just a little.) ]
[Dorothy, you are a long way from home. Roza ruminates briefly on a near-nun mixing socially with whatever she is (certainly not a child of God). ]
Sounds strict Maybe you should have like a bucket list. All the non-nun things you want to try
Please!! I tried to make it like a chum, a big traditional thing, but right now I think it looks like a pup tent from an old cartoon :-( like we escaped a chain gang and are riding the railroad to escape the Pinkertons
( she huffs out a breathy laugh, turning to look over at the other side of the room, sharing a secretive glance with roza before helping herself up and over. can't say she has much experience with fort building, but βΒ you know. how hard can it be? )
I think you're underselling what a good job you're doing. I offered, but I don't actually know the first thing. ( it looks cozy. roza is very cute. isolde crouches down and starts ... helping? providing more cushions and blankets, at least. ) Anyway, I'll take recommendations for the bucket list, if you have any. I'm a little ...
( fill in the blank. undersocialized. friendless. awkward. she gives roza and amused look. )
[ Even when she looks outside her personal inheritance of outright antitheism β a thing not to bring up, especially when she's trying to win somebody over β Roza thinks the devout life sounds lonely. On tiptoes, she loops the edge of a blanket over the jutting horns of a wall-mounted hunted animal, the blank-black eyes of which she glances into, as though gauging its mood. She pats its lower jaw, apologetically. Her descent onto flat feet is slower, thoughtful. ]
I didn't do anything until I was maybe nineteen. Homeschooled, you know. Everybody always says "I can tell" about that one.
[ Her open grin is self-deprecating, barbell in her tongue flashing bright in the center of it. Left-handed, Roza tugs the knitted blanket backward, creating a cavernous opening for the two of them. ]
( isolde offers the polite smile of someone who wants to deny something, without having any evidence to the contrary β as far as first impressions go, the maximum isolde can say is that roza is unflinchingly kind, and simultaneously remarkably pretty. if that's what homeschooled is, then she is that in spades.
regardless, isolde crouches down and scoots her way into their little recluse, pillows tucked under her arms to pad out the space. she fluffs them, sets them down, and then plops herself on one, folding her legs automatically, the way she does for meditation and breathing exercising, the cousins of prayer. it feels a little like what she imagines girl scouts should feel like β secretive, girlish whimsy. she ends up loosing a giggle at how fun it is, looking down at her hand folded in her lap. )
Ah β ( she goes a little pink in the cheeks. isolde isn't sure she's shy, she's just β remembering. it's kind of an answer in and of itself. ) Once, yes. I'm about to shock you. ( she does drop her voice, uninterested in letting the boys overhear: ) It wasn't my first kink club.
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are you going to laugh at me if i never have before?
that's not a no, just a warning for you.
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I am making us a fort btw
[ Which she has decided on a particularly buoyant breeze of whimsy, but if it's Isolde's first time, they should make it scenic. (And maybe Roza likes the idea of being the more experienced one. Just a little.) ]
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( not really secret. isolde's never had girls to confide in, though βΒ she's enjoying the strangeness. )
i thought i'd be a nun until i was seventeen. god frowns on imbibing.
now, i'm less bothered. i want to try.
need fort help?
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Sounds strict
Maybe you should have like a bucket list. All the non-nun things you want to try
Please!! I tried to make it like a chum, a big traditional thing, but right now I think it looks like a pup tent from an old cartoon :-( like we escaped a chain gang and are riding the railroad to escape the Pinkertons
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I think you're underselling what a good job you're doing. I offered, but I don't actually know the first thing. ( it looks cozy. roza is very cute. isolde crouches down and starts ... helping? providing more cushions and blankets, at least. ) Anyway, I'll take recommendations for the bucket list, if you have any. I'm a little ...
( fill in the blank. undersocialized. friendless. awkward. she gives roza and amused look. )
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I didn't do anything until I was maybe nineteen. Homeschooled, you know. Everybody always says "I can tell" about that one.
[ Her open grin is self-deprecating, barbell in her tongue flashing bright in the center of it. Left-handed, Roza tugs the knitted blanket backward, creating a cavernous opening for the two of them. ]
Have you been to Otherworld?
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regardless, isolde crouches down and scoots her way into their little recluse, pillows tucked under her arms to pad out the space. she fluffs them, sets them down, and then plops herself on one, folding her legs automatically, the way she does for meditation and breathing exercising, the cousins of prayer. it feels a little like what she imagines girl scouts should feel like β secretive, girlish whimsy. she ends up loosing a giggle at how fun it is, looking down at her hand folded in her lap. )
Ah β ( she goes a little pink in the cheeks. isolde isn't sure she's shy, she's just β remembering. it's kind of an answer in and of itself. ) Once, yes. I'm about to shock you. ( she does drop her voice, uninterested in letting the boys overhear: ) It wasn't my first kink club.