Rose Castella Pazilioni
Aura: 230/230
Health: 70/70
R ose had met up at the tennis court in order to enjoy some of her free time with an old childhood friend and a rather crazy associate of his. The two were alone, Royce being his old darkly natural self still communicating with a note book. The white haired girl however was pestering him about how a two on one wasn't fair, and it seemed as though Royce was not all there, like he was blocking little miss Sasha out of his head. Ever so loudly with her feet of android technology she approached the two, Royce being the first to notice her and in turn looked her direction.
Rose gave a small wave and grabbed one of the tennis rackets, waiting patiently as she started bouncing a ball on the racket, getting a feel of the weight to it before their little game started. She was sure that the match was simply to build stamina and coordination. She looked from the ball to Royce as she waited, speaking in her rather docile tone. Still as satanic looking as ever Royce. Maybe you should get a new helmet, you know, one that makes it to where you don't look like a deranged murderer?
She asked, realized what she said was rather rude. Wait wait wait, I didn't mean that in a literal sense... You aren't deranged at all, just.... You look like someone who could be. She spoke, still sounding rude. Atleast in her mind she did. Im just gonna say I'm sorry before I say anything worse.
Aura: 230/230
Health: 70/70
R ose had met up at the tennis court in order to enjoy some of her free time with an old childhood friend and a rather crazy associate of his. The two were alone, Royce being his old darkly natural self still communicating with a note book. The white haired girl however was pestering him about how a two on one wasn't fair, and it seemed as though Royce was not all there, like he was blocking little miss Sasha out of his head. Ever so loudly with her feet of android technology she approached the two, Royce being the first to notice her and in turn looked her direction.
Rose gave a small wave and grabbed one of the tennis rackets, waiting patiently as she started bouncing a ball on the racket, getting a feel of the weight to it before their little game started. She was sure that the match was simply to build stamina and coordination. She looked from the ball to Royce as she waited, speaking in her rather docile tone. Still as satanic looking as ever Royce. Maybe you should get a new helmet, you know, one that makes it to where you don't look like a deranged murderer?
She asked, realized what she said was rather rude. Wait wait wait, I didn't mean that in a literal sense... You aren't deranged at all, just.... You look like someone who could be. She spoke, still sounding rude. Atleast in her mind she did. Im just gonna say I'm sorry before I say anything worse.