(BING)
Exiting the elevator, we arrive at the top floor, where Raspberry's design studio is. It still has that watermelon aroma, which I've grown used to, and we are both ecstatic, seeing two more massive doors at the end of the hallway.
Raspberry: Dominic, I think I'm gonna die...!
Me: See? Aren't you glad we made it?
Raspberry: Eeeeeeeeeeeee.....!
We stop as Watermelon unlocks the doors.
Watermelon: Ya ever been to a studio, Miss Torte?
Raspberry: U-um, no, Miss Gelato. Well, unless you count my boutique.
Watermelon: Then I suggest you hold onto somethin'.
We enter the studio after her, and Raspberry is, indeed, holding onto me.
The place is spatial.
There are no walls, only windows, so we can catch the entirety of the urban orchestra, performing their light show.
The room is divided into two parts. One side contains the work area, with two massive desks, shelves full of fabric and other materials, and mannequins galore. The other side is more of a relaxation spot. There's an area in the corner, with soft, white cushiony sofa chairs, and on the other side, a desk with some high-tech computer. The main color I'm seeing from the room is white. Apart from the workspace, there are no other colors.
Raspberry, though, is in love with the room and starts screaming.
Raspberry: OH MY GOSH!!!
I wince, but Miss Gelato looks as if she was expecting that reaction.
Watermelon: Um, Miss Torte.
But Raspberry speeds into the work area, still screaming.
Me: I'm... sorry about her. She's just excited, being able to live her dream.
Watermelon: That's nothin' to be sorry about. When I see a student explode like this, I know they have the passion. You did her right by bringing her here.
Me: Well, I... kinda had to, to make sure Black Licorice didn't do anything he was gonna regret.
Watermelon stops and crosses her arms.
Watermelon: Oh... That good-for-nothing....
Okay, it definitely seems like Black Licorice and Watermelon have some sort of history.
And I want all the details.
Me: Uh, yeah, he came in with us but left as soon as he heard your name.
Watermelon: Hmph. Good.
She shakes her head.
Watermelon: Whatever. This discussion is over.
She claps her hands.
Watermelon: Miss Torte!
Raspberry speeds back to us and tries to contain her giggles.
Raspberry: I-I'm sorry, Miss Gelato!
Watermelon: Now, here's what's gonna happen. I wanna see you have the skills to be here.
Raspberry: Y-yes, miss.
Watermelon: You have until the end of the week to make me a summer-themed dress. I trust you know how to go about that?
Raspberry: I do.
Watermelon: Then get to work. If you fail to complete your exam, you're out. No exceptions, no do-overs, understand?
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SSBBA: Fresh Jam
FanfictionI thought my life in Berry Bitty City was perfect... Until now. With the introduction of some new faces and an even deeper understanding of the Berrykin lore, I realize I might not know as much about my new home as I might have thought.
