Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-5664762-20130707075225/@comment-10860529-20130712042627

Cynthea kept quiet between the ongoing smalltalk. The tour was-same-old-same-old as always, and there wasn't all that much to say in the first place. As she passed the time listening, she thought for a moment that her silence would sum up the rest of the day's happenings... that is, before catching sight the girl in red again.

The smaller group wasn't that crowded, so looked down ah her feet. She word ballet flats, their color, like the rest of her outfit, being red... shoes... red...

"The Red Shoes!" she blurted out loud before covering her mouth. A brief flash of excitement shown on her face before it turned to that of embarrassment.

Note to self: Never blurt out the name of someone's story in their presence. Especially when in dawns to you that, say, they're pretty much destined to die in-story.

And even more so, especially don't single out someone when you yourself are a character written by a man who normally kills of their characters, and you happen to be lucky enough to be spared of a horrific death.

"I, um..." Thea's voice shrunk as she turned to Scarlet. "Um... r-recognized your story. Tends to apply with m-most Anderson tales I... I'm sorry. Rude. Shouldn't have done that..."

If she had any less of a filter, 'bullocks' might have been mumbled in a scolding manner between her shaky, rambling apology.

If she had any less of a filter, 'bullocks' might have been mumbled scoldingly between her shaky apology.