#roxy01

"Boooring." Her voice is booming with the singsong energy of a disney princess that only now woke up, but her expression says otherwise. Her brows are furrowed, lips pursed in contemplation at the information she’d just been told upon her arrival. The confusion isn’t settling in, she won’t allow it, but the irritation with the loss of knowledge of who, and where, to steal from was what really got under her skin. What was the world's greatest cat burglar without a place to rob? Nobody, which is probably what that scientist was hinting at. The nerve.

「 A swat of a pale hand, and an light screeching noise hits the air as the creature trying to perch upon the girl’s head is shooed like a misbehaving pet. 」

You fuckin’ dumbass, how many times do I have to tell you?

     [ tipsygnostxlgic ]

          — [♆] — ❝Well, hello there.❞

Neptune just about ran head-on into this girl -- a pretty blonde with disarming pink eyes and a cute sense of style -- and was about to apologize when he figured: why not strike up a conversation instead? She’s cute. And she has a friendly face. Maybe this is an opportunity to meet a new friend.

.:[ ★ ☆ ]:. Though she didn’t go to the arcade very often (only once, if we’re being honest) as she vastly preferred playing by her own rules rather than the rules that were made for her, her curiosity had grown considerably these days, not to mention she had an abundance of free time. Them’s the perks when you don’t have many missions: you can goof around as much as you want, and no one can tell you otherwise.

‘Course, history tends to repeat itself: she was sitting on top of a Skee-Ball machine, dropping ball after ball in the center hole as the points racked up and her tickets poured out. She only got up when the timer ran out to put in more money and gather more balls. Amazing how no one stopped her winning streak; then again, it’s not like they paid attention. Too much vomit in the playpen to clean up, perhaps.

DING-DING-DING! Another successful run!