Seeing Feferi light up upon compliments to her scientific endeavors was something that Roxy could empathize with to an alarming degree: getting recognition for one's accomplishments was a hell of a feeling, and Roxy wasn't the kind that kept her compliments on the downlow when they were better served getting dished out in honesty. Besides, anyone who went to such extents to ensure making an animal's habitat as close to the wild as natural was good in Roxy's book.
It felt ridiculously good to have staring be of a breed that was appreciative: Roxy liked attention, after all, and having someone specifically take notice of the care she placed into her fashion choices bolstered her confidence further. Knots of tightly bound tension at last eased in Roxy's back, and she grinned back on down at Feferi before taking the proffered arm. "Hell YES we shall. This is somethin' that we are shallin' the fuck out of."
As Feferi led her through the halls, Roxy was at once more struck by how tall, dark, and damn forboding the whole place was: if pressed to assign the space to someone she had recently seen, Feferi would have been Roxy's last guess. Everything about the woman just seemed so overly bubbly that aside from the obscene amount of aquariums, Roxy would have believed her companion to be lying about it belonging to her. Maybe Feferi would do better with something, uh, less overbearingly Gothicesque? Except that wasn't fair, since a lot of the shit was modern and Gothic architecture wasn't.
Argh, the whole place just seemed slapped together in the most ostentatious, hoity-toitiest of ways, and Roxy couldn't figure out why it was nagging at her. Feferi was great, her aquatic life was all totes adorbs, and there was really no reason for her instincts to be jangling like the Wicked Witch of the West was on her way over. Besides, she liked Wicked the musical, which doubly fucked that metaphor over. Nonetheless, her subconscious set of nerves refused to unjangle themselves for all the cute girls in the world, despite Roxy's numerous threats to kick her own ass.
Hell, maybe it was just the fact that she hadn't dated in awhile: her rehab in high school and desperate scramble playing catch-up during junior year and her college woes during senior year all among the fucking gender counseling and all of that BS hadn't exactly left Roxy with a ton of time to explore her dating options early on. She'd fucked around with relationship biz a little bit in college, but her devotion to her studies had pretty much kept her from forming any kind of lasting bonds that didn't hold some parallel business or scientific purpose. And then after, she had been so fucking busy with assisting at clinics before opening up her own, and...
Jesus, she was pathetic. Roxy couldn't quite believe the rapidfire internal flashbacking that was going on while she accompanied Feferi through the halls, but she was getting pretty quickly fatigued of her own personal anxious angst fest. Roxy very primly took a metaphorical bat into her equally intangible hand, took aim, and then knocked that shit out of ballpark and out of mind. There was no reason for her to be lowkey freaked by Feferi's house and no reason for her to be thinking about her previous misadventures in dating. Hell, she was twenty five, not a fuckin' spinster.
As they entered the kitchen, Roxy firmly resolved not to think about anything that she just had before, instead cementing herself firmly to reality. This had the unfortunate side effect of throwing her into the fucking fray without any kind of context; not that she was unused to dealing with popping into situations in the middle of things, since her providence was basically fixing a bunch of human fuck-ups on animals, but still.
Nonetheless, the new decor that Feferi had led her to required its own amount of attention. For one thing, the kitchen was absolutely MASSIVE, and that was, y'know. A pretty big deal. Roxy had a decent sized house to herself thanks to her chunky checks at the end of every week (paid by herself TO herself), but Feferi was on the level of the one percent instead of some self-made middle classer who was saving all her inheritance for an early retirement and running around the world.
Roxy was unsurprised to find that the aquatic display outside was anything less than over the top and amazing to every damn degree: pretty typical, considering the decor of the rest of the house (and those high-tech tanks in Feferi's room that were STILL giving her a dual scientist-veterinariangasm). She allowed herself to take stock of the surroundings, but not for too terribly long, considering that she still had a date to attend to.
A date with a pretty impressive amount of scarring on her shoulder.
For one thing, Roxy wasn't a rude bitch: she didn't stare at things, and only ribbed her friends for stuff that she was sure wouldn't actually get them offended at all. She'd thought she had caught a glimpse of something on Feferi's shoulder earlier when they were showing off their muscles, but, again, not a rude bitch. Feferi had been sensitive enough not to launch into the usual questions that cis people did when Roxy came out to them (about whether or not she had any operations, fumbled compliments about not "looking" trans, and of course what the hell was in her pants), and she was loathe to disturb that gentle peace. If Feferi wanted to show off her scarring earlier with the muscles, she would have: but she hadn't, and thus Roxy very surreptitiously did not mention a single thing about them.
Instead, she turned her attentions back to the kitchen, her grin spread across her face. "Damn, you have something of THIS size and you don't cook at all? That's like, a goddamn AFFRONTAGE, girl. Still, it's got me swoonin' somethin' fierce: it looks like you could hold a goddamn prom in here, just invite your high school AND college graduating class on over to sip from fancy engraved wine glasses by their bases and titter at each other in clothes that cost more than most people make in a fuckin' month. And I'm assumin' from you leadin' me here specifically that I get to utilize this entire counter space like it ain't nobody's business but mine to be inhabiting? I mean, shit, your mom might have some over the top tastes but I could kiss her for givin' you THIS kind of kitchen. I mean, damn, I'm gettin' a serious case of the vapors here."
Roxy grinned down at Feferi, and then bumped her with her hip. "Gonna have to stick with my earlier plan of swimmin' with you first, though. Kinda need a dip to cool down after gettin' all hot and bothered over your kitchen."
Roxy: Follow the leader.
It felt ridiculously good to have staring be of a breed that was appreciative: Roxy liked attention, after all, and having someone specifically take notice of the care she placed into her fashion choices bolstered her confidence further. Knots of tightly bound tension at last eased in Roxy's back, and she grinned back on down at Feferi before taking the proffered arm. "Hell YES we shall. This is somethin' that we are shallin' the fuck out of."
As Feferi led her through the halls, Roxy was at once more struck by how tall, dark, and damn forboding the whole place was: if pressed to assign the space to someone she had recently seen, Feferi would have been Roxy's last guess. Everything about the woman just seemed so overly bubbly that aside from the obscene amount of aquariums, Roxy would have believed her companion to be lying about it belonging to her. Maybe Feferi would do better with something, uh, less overbearingly Gothicesque? Except that wasn't fair, since a lot of the shit was modern and Gothic architecture wasn't.
Argh, the whole place just seemed slapped together in the most ostentatious, hoity-toitiest of ways, and Roxy couldn't figure out why it was nagging at her. Feferi was great, her aquatic life was all totes adorbs, and there was really no reason for her instincts to be jangling like the Wicked Witch of the West was on her way over. Besides, she liked Wicked the musical, which doubly fucked that metaphor over. Nonetheless, her subconscious set of nerves refused to unjangle themselves for all the cute girls in the world, despite Roxy's numerous threats to kick her own ass.
Hell, maybe it was just the fact that she hadn't dated in awhile: her rehab in high school and desperate scramble playing catch-up during junior year and her college woes during senior year all among the fucking gender counseling and all of that BS hadn't exactly left Roxy with a ton of time to explore her dating options early on. She'd fucked around with relationship biz a little bit in college, but her devotion to her studies had pretty much kept her from forming any kind of lasting bonds that didn't hold some parallel business or scientific purpose. And then after, she had been so fucking busy with assisting at clinics before opening up her own, and...
Jesus, she was pathetic. Roxy couldn't quite believe the rapidfire internal flashbacking that was going on while she accompanied Feferi through the halls, but she was getting pretty quickly fatigued of her own personal anxious angst fest. Roxy very primly took a metaphorical bat into her equally intangible hand, took aim, and then knocked that shit out of ballpark and out of mind. There was no reason for her to be lowkey freaked by Feferi's house and no reason for her to be thinking about her previous misadventures in dating. Hell, she was twenty five, not a fuckin' spinster.
As they entered the kitchen, Roxy firmly resolved not to think about anything that she just had before, instead cementing herself firmly to reality. This had the unfortunate side effect of throwing her into the fucking fray without any kind of context; not that she was unused to dealing with popping into situations in the middle of things, since her providence was basically fixing a bunch of human fuck-ups on animals, but still.
Nonetheless, the new decor that Feferi had led her to required its own amount of attention. For one thing, the kitchen was absolutely MASSIVE, and that was, y'know. A pretty big deal. Roxy had a decent sized house to herself thanks to her chunky checks at the end of every week (paid by herself TO herself), but Feferi was on the level of the one percent instead of some self-made middle classer who was saving all her inheritance for an early retirement and running around the world.
Roxy was unsurprised to find that the aquatic display outside was anything less than over the top and amazing to every damn degree: pretty typical, considering the decor of the rest of the house (and those high-tech tanks in Feferi's room that were STILL giving her a dual scientist-veterinariangasm). She allowed herself to take stock of the surroundings, but not for too terribly long, considering that she still had a date to attend to.
A date with a pretty impressive amount of scarring on her shoulder.
For one thing, Roxy wasn't a rude bitch: she didn't stare at things, and only ribbed her friends for stuff that she was sure wouldn't actually get them offended at all. She'd thought she had caught a glimpse of something on Feferi's shoulder earlier when they were showing off their muscles, but, again, not a rude bitch. Feferi had been sensitive enough not to launch into the usual questions that cis people did when Roxy came out to them (about whether or not she had any operations, fumbled compliments about not "looking" trans, and of course what the hell was in her pants), and she was loathe to disturb that gentle peace. If Feferi wanted to show off her scarring earlier with the muscles, she would have: but she hadn't, and thus Roxy very surreptitiously did not mention a single thing about them.
Instead, she turned her attentions back to the kitchen, her grin spread across her face. "Damn, you have something of THIS size and you don't cook at all? That's like, a goddamn AFFRONTAGE, girl. Still, it's got me swoonin' somethin' fierce: it looks like you could hold a goddamn prom in here, just invite your high school AND college graduating class on over to sip from fancy engraved wine glasses by their bases and titter at each other in clothes that cost more than most people make in a fuckin' month. And I'm assumin' from you leadin' me here specifically that I get to utilize this entire counter space like it ain't nobody's business but mine to be inhabiting? I mean, shit, your mom might have some over the top tastes but I could kiss her for givin' you THIS kind of kitchen. I mean, damn, I'm gettin' a serious case of the vapors here."
Roxy grinned down at Feferi, and then bumped her with her hip. "Gonna have to stick with my earlier plan of swimmin' with you first, though. Kinda need a dip to cool down after gettin' all hot and bothered over your kitchen."