#determinationpersonified

"What the @!^#$ are you doing here!?"

[  ☆  ]  Stay  mad.

{{ L }} " I see how yo fruity ass be lookin', bitch. You tellin' on yoself. "

Charlie was used to sinners laughing off her redemption project. But that didn't stop her; she genuinely believed that all sinners had the chance to be better. “Well…yeah. That's what the Happy Hotel is: a place for sinners to stay and to undergo rehabilitation. And…hopefully, curb the yearly exterminations!”

"Woah! Calm down!" This rat was screaming and yelling something about looking for a good time. She looked all around wondering if this was a part of a whole other story she was not in on. It didn't seem like anyone was gonna come save her. "Ok, fine just focus for a bit, and tell me! What kinda good time are you looking for?!" She felt like she was stepping on a mind field asking that.

{{ L }} "Well, hello to you too, my dear." Alastor quips, tapping the rim of his tea cup having just finished swirling added sugar. A claw 8s angled under Niffty's chin, giving light scratches.

Ragatha grabbed the part she used for her face. She looked at her with a confused expression. "So, if we wanna make out? Do I just kiss in between your eyes? Ah, screw it!" Ragatha did just as she said and smooched right between her eyes, but still kind of in the middle of her face, guessing where she could feel it.

She eventually stopped for air and stepped back, looking around, wondering why that felt so great.