* MIDAS / TOUCH.

         rosalind was almost taken aback ; first the random compliment, then the apparent genuine smile ?     she’s cold, calculating, and lived in a house with a bunch of cranked out criminals --   so decent human behaviour was well above the bar she set for human interaction.     ‘ you can actually credit my mum for the colour choice;     it’s like a thematic thing  ?    i don’t know, i just think -- why be anything if you can be golden ? ‘  

               rosalind’s mouth moved to an ‘o’ shape - not that her trust could be won over in a single sentence, she’d been fucked once too many times over to take anything for granted, yet she chose to take the bait. ( with an albeit ; over exaggerated story line. )  ‘ let’s start -- tame then,       i was getting chased by this gang -- so i thought, i know, i’ll just go straight through the wall -- ‘ rosa doesn’t mention that she had powers, nor does she think she implies it, she assumes people take her for the dumb blonde she somewhat is, ‘ -- so i just run headfirst straight through a brick wall, somehow take it down and myself down with a concussion.   i got away though, so props ! ‘       

        ‘  i can think of worse punishments than death for him. ‘  she huffed,   arms crossed over her chest in time to a large heave of breath from her lungs;    ‘ he like,   clearly knows that any common insult that is accurate has a 0% effectiveness rate so now he’s just going for slander -- like if people heard i was boring ---   nightmare .. . ‘ 

   ‘ exactly. so you agree like, he has to die right? ‘ 

              ‘ oh, just woman up and read wiki-how like the rest of us.    hasn’t fixed  any  of my relationships,   but did help fix the toaster oven.     what’s broke anyway? other than your, like, angst meter.  ’ 

          ‘ i was thinking of asking salem to do it for my birthday actually i mean like -- who even likes orange ? nothing rhymes with it.’  she offers up,  her words spoken with confidence tinged with uncertainty, ‘ but like, i wasn’t going to say anything until after april fools because i do NOT want to wake up a donald trump lookalike, you know ? ‘ 

   rosalind took a moment of thought / painted lips playing with the thought of the words brewing on her tongue before promptly deciding,   ‘ yeah,   still hot. ‘ she announced with a shrug.  though at some point,   probably deep down through all her repressed emotions, she felt a slither of sympathy for pushing out something that was probably not an ideal conversation topic; so instead she offered,  ‘  if it makes you feel any better ? i’m practically a ghost. ‘ 

       she humms and ha’s ; glossing over the fact penelope called them out as a shit friend. she also glosses over the fact she’s been in jail for all of the past christmases buying time for the one crime she didn’t do.    ergo,   she can’t be the shitty friend and every other rogue should pay their dues for the suffering of rosa’s ear drums.    ‘ my cousin is not lame he’s just -- - quiet and emotionally invested in things other than his face ! ‘ family ? touchy subject, ‘ my death will be legendary, so like,   even your party couldn’t top it.    no offence.’