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r α κ ([info]flower) wrote in [info]valesco,
While Cole Rookwood would always and forever be her number one little person, these children Rose had the delight of interacting with were quite steadily becoming her second, third, and fourth favorites. They were collectively adorable, undoubtably well-behaved, and at the times of fleeting competition, completely precious. It was a nice departure from the cut-throat style of match play she had become accustomed to after the years. To see children simply laughing and tumbling about with no real plan in mind, lightened Rose's heart and she found herself twirling and playing along with her 'team' to the point where she had forgotten a 'match' had been going on at all.

No score was kept, so that was rather alright, she decided as she sipped from one of the tiny juice boxes. The children she had been sitting with had long returned to their parents (with souvenirs!), leaving Rose to sit lonesome at her tiny table in her tiny chair. Her butt had long gone numb, and her knees and elbows were jammed so hard into each other that she was fairly certain she would be stuck like this for a very long time.

At least it was a nice day out.

Rose had just been contemplating how much she wanted a cupcake from the platter in the center of the table when Thomas approached. Lacing her fingers together in her lap, she squinted up at him with relative ease. It was only so easy to forget the budding guilt she felt building within her concerning Thomas and important life developments of hers gone unshared, especially with Kendall dropping some not so subtle hints as of late. Or, what she assumed he thought of as hint. More like verbal bludgers if you asked her. But nonetheless it still weighed on her every time she took in Thomas' face.

"We all have our strengths," she teased, a sly smile forming on her face as she spoke. Rose gestured to the minute seat beside her, hoping for a couple moments of quiet time with Thomas. Regardless of her internal struggle, she would never pass up quality time with him.

"Sit with me, won't you?"


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