Roxy was glad that her humor had managed to calm Feferi down a bit; she wasn't always the best at comforting people, especially when approached for advice. Being right all the time meant that she was taken heed of less often. Such was Cassandra's curse.
"Has your couch seen the sick moves before?" Roxy's head cocked at an angle. The question was born more from curiosity than any sense of jealousy; the latter wasn't an emotion she felt often, which was probably why polyamory was thing she was so interested in as a relationship—
Okay, yeah, that was a conversation for another time. She'd dumped enough on Feferi today already—and it wasn't like Roxy couldn't be perfectly happy monogamous.
At the mention of Roxy bringing movies, she immediately straightened out, her grin a blinding curve set into her face. "Fuck, you didn't know about the cats' names, did you? I know EXACTLY what we gotta watch. BRB, I swear I'm gonna be back to chillin' in your presence in a li'l bit."
As she spoke, Roxy was already speeding up the staircase, ducking right into the master bedroom. Despite her age, her room looked like it belonged better to a teenage girl, with assorted messes all across the floor and a hodgepodge of messes that didn't quite coalesce into one main theme of interest. Rather than take a moment to appreciate the sheer amount of shit she had managed to stuff into her room, Roxy moved her ass right to the TV, sliding out three CD/Bluray release boxes. Movies procured, she at last got together her swimsuit in a bag along with her other necessities and went back downstairs.
Rather than head back to Feferi, however, Roxy took the opportunity to duck into the kitchen and start distributing dry food for that cats. There was no telling when she'd be back, after all, and she didn't want her fur-babies to skip out on a meal just because she was out on a hot date.
With everything at last sorted, Roxy finally returned to the living room, angling Feferi a grin. "Ready to get goin'?"
Roxy: My, oh my.
"Has your couch seen the sick moves before?" Roxy's head cocked at an angle. The question was born more from curiosity than any sense of jealousy; the latter wasn't an emotion she felt often, which was probably why polyamory was thing she was so interested in as a relationship—
Okay, yeah, that was a conversation for another time. She'd dumped enough on Feferi today already—and it wasn't like Roxy couldn't be perfectly happy monogamous.
At the mention of Roxy bringing movies, she immediately straightened out, her grin a blinding curve set into her face. "Fuck, you didn't know about the cats' names, did you? I know EXACTLY what we gotta watch. BRB, I swear I'm gonna be back to chillin' in your presence in a li'l bit."
As she spoke, Roxy was already speeding up the staircase, ducking right into the master bedroom. Despite her age, her room looked like it belonged better to a teenage girl, with assorted messes all across the floor and a hodgepodge of messes that didn't quite coalesce into one main theme of interest. Rather than take a moment to appreciate the sheer amount of shit she had managed to stuff into her room, Roxy moved her ass right to the TV, sliding out three CD/Bluray release boxes. Movies procured, she at last got together her swimsuit in a bag along with her other necessities and went back downstairs.
Rather than head back to Feferi, however, Roxy took the opportunity to duck into the kitchen and start distributing dry food for that cats. There was no telling when she'd be back, after all, and she didn't want her fur-babies to skip out on a meal just because she was out on a hot date.
With everything at last sorted, Roxy finally returned to the living room, angling Feferi a grin. "Ready to get goin'?"