[With the festival over, Rose has collected herself to inspect her surrounds. Some might claim she's positively become a recluse. She thinks otherwise, she's regrouping, planning, plotting, she may have eaten an amount of festival food to keep up her endurance for a hostile new environment but for the most part she's remained an impartial observer to the horrifying goings on.
She has yet to find any actual hostility from it but lives in hope.
Right now, she's sitting on a bench, taking in the surrounds and attempting to project innocence and an endearing, naive aura. While she's come to terms with her lack of skill in the area it's never failed to gather attention to her in the past. Mostly because this is the first time she's tried it.]
day 295 | around the city || rose lalonde | homestuck | odin
She has yet to find any actual hostility from it but lives in hope.
Right now, she's sitting on a bench, taking in the surrounds and attempting to project innocence and an endearing, naive aura. While she's come to terms with her lack of skill in the area it's never failed to gather attention to her in the past. Mostly because this is the first time she's tried it.]