[God. My girl, it's been five months since she's heard that, too. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. It's such a simple sign of affection, just as absent as that kiss, and yet something in her absolutely leaps at the words.]
Mm. Though it hasn't been entirely one-sided. He's only sixteen, though he acts far older. But . . . yes.
[Ah. There they are, and Rosalind smiles as she reaches for her keys. It's a rather nice apartment, all things considered, and she's got the entire first floor to herself. Frankly, they've got the building mostly to themselves; there's only one other occupant, and she's a quiet girl.
The apartment itself ought to be familiar enough: Rosalind has tried to make as much like their old home as possible. One enters directly into the kitchen/dining room, and heads down a hall to reach the living room. Along the way, there's three smaller rooms branching off: a bathroom and what presumably were once bedrooms, though Rosalind has converted them into a miniature library and a small laboratory.
She's quite pleased with all of it, frankly. But she's gripped with an odd sort of shyness as she waits for Robert to pronounce his judgement. Surely he'll like it, and yet Rosalind waits, gone just a little stiff under his arm.]
There's already a queen bed. We shan't need to change much.
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[God. My girl, it's been five months since she's heard that, too. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed it. It's such a simple sign of affection, just as absent as that kiss, and yet something in her absolutely leaps at the words.]
Mm. Though it hasn't been entirely one-sided. He's only sixteen, though he acts far older. But . . . yes.
[Ah. There they are, and Rosalind smiles as she reaches for her keys. It's a rather nice apartment, all things considered, and she's got the entire first floor to herself. Frankly, they've got the building mostly to themselves; there's only one other occupant, and she's a quiet girl.
The apartment itself ought to be familiar enough: Rosalind has tried to make as much like their old home as possible. One enters directly into the kitchen/dining room, and heads down a hall to reach the living room. Along the way, there's three smaller rooms branching off: a bathroom and what presumably were once bedrooms, though Rosalind has converted them into a miniature library and a small laboratory.
She's quite pleased with all of it, frankly. But she's gripped with an odd sort of shyness as she waits for Robert to pronounce his judgement. Surely he'll like it, and yet Rosalind waits, gone just a little stiff under his arm.]
There's already a queen bed. We shan't need to change much.