[ she looks over at him from the corner of her eye, not particularly placated by his response. "Sorry for calling you a gossip" was too much to expect from him, naturally, but still. Is he actually this dense, or is he just in some kind of denial that she cares about him? Rouge can only pray to whatever might be listening that he doesn't force her into giving some kind of friendship speech to convince him. One: he doesn't have the money to convince her, and two: she already got close enough to sounding like Amy back in the white space. Apparently, it didn't stick.
He had other things on his mind, she supposes. Much like he does now. Sometimes, she's nearly convinced there's not room for anything but Maria in that big spiky head of his. ]
Tough luck, sugar. I get to decide what's good for me, not you.
[ and she's decided that having him around is good. Fun, even... though not right now. ]
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He had other things on his mind, she supposes. Much like he does now. Sometimes, she's nearly convinced there's not room for anything but Maria in that big spiky head of his. ]
Tough luck, sugar. I get to decide what's good for me, not you.
[ and she's decided that having him around is good. Fun, even... though not right now. ]