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@babeauradon              ᶻᶻᶻ              mhm..   sleepy.          [the world is rough, prodding. romy rose exists within a dimension wholly removed, stranded far off in dreamland for no prying finger to capture. an eternal robin being dusted off with the prunus—wind.]           oh..            [she’s greeted with the touchstone of (in)human experience, returning it in somnolent state to graze the curvature of kitty’s nose, as if to spell out her own sort of ‘hello’.]          —so it really isn’t a dream.    meow.

ah hoo,     dreaming of little ol' me?     [they crouch next to her,   thumb gently grazing the side of her cheek]        lucky you—    this is no dream.   rough fall you must have had,   but you don’t seem to be injured.   only a little..  slovenly.  

@babeauradon              ᶻᶻᶻ              am i dreaming..    ?           [what’s up is down, what’s down is up; what’s right is left, what’s left is right. the wisps of her eyelashes shutter but stray from shutting, piqued by othered visage.]             strange,   i feel like i’ve dreamt you before..        (pretty kitty).

/no/         !!       i’m putting them up because auradon need BIG changes.       and who,    better THAN me.   after all,  i know how to lead my dad taught me.    [    a beat,     he turned around to face her.    ]      so..  you vote for me for student council yeah? 

@sobrllama              ᶻᶻᶻ              oh,       —i thought these were wanted signs. 

@townsrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              [romy rose packs light, two limbs and a head full of hair which occasionally substitutes for the lack of pillows in auradon’s classrooms.]            i like getting lunch with you,             [post abandoned, consciousness conceded. she’ll float amongst the living like amidst a cloud.]            —it’s like everything i eat ends up tasting like dessert.   good company. 

⠀ ⠀ (  isabeau waits patiently for her friend to rise from her slumber,  taking her time to pack her bag.  by the time she’s on her feet,  she assumes the blonde is closer to fully awake and ready to move.  )  mm,  they  might.  though,  i  did  ask  mrs.  potts  for  some  madeleines.  i  hope  there’s  some  today. 

@townsrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              —hm?           [she’d slept through the morning period altogether, to no one’s surprise. the blond wisp of eyelashes flutter open,]             oh,       (yawn)..       i wonder if they have some of that rose pudding from last week. 

/   late but yea

*⠀ ⠀ hiii !! <3 here and on @townsrose pls <3 

/        yes  yes  yes  !!  pls  &  ty  <3 

@sirensung              ᶻᶻᶻ              i thought that was the falling asleep and waking up with a sunburn part..     because that’s already done for me. 

@mirrorshards              ᶻᶻᶻ              hm—           [sleep is simple. everlasting and effervescent. a cool fist squeezes the life and some breath out of her lungs with the interruption of daytime daydream.]            i hadn’t slept like that in forever..        (yawn,)        thanks. 

@mirrorshards              ᶻᶻᶻ              i don’t know if i ‘must’..     i just am.          [romy rose comes to life with a flourish, stealing a glance from the tinkling bell of a voice. the smile that pulsates onto pink lips, beguiled, is a jerk. purely habitual.]            i think..    you’re just the one who’s always sneaking around. 

@townrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              —also.            [propped on two feet lanced with ballet flats, an obvious choice for a girl fated to sleep—walk a good quarter of ivory towered life. she’ll delay by musing in place, drawing circles with right foot.]            i need some help with the philosophy project..     the one due friday.     from someone,     hmm—    saintly enough to help.

⠀ ⠀ really  ?  are  you  sure  ?  (  despite  the  question,  the  beast  girl  already  began  to  slip  of  the  golden  heels.  sighing  in  relief  under  her  breath.  she  looked  around  for  unwanted  eyes  before  kneeling  and  setting  her  shoes  in  front  of  romy.  )  you’re  a  saint,  ro. 

@townsrose              ᶻᶻᶻ              hm..    we could trade, if you’d like.     i don’t mind the shoes one bit..    (i can sleep wherever anyhow). 

no,     (  lie,  an  evident  one;  mauve  circling  pale  skin  below  aquamarine  eyes.  lopsided  outstretched  bunny—ears  sit  atop  snowy  tuffs,  twitching  alike  dusty—rose  nose.  )           you’ll  end  up  with  back  pain  like  this,  rose.  and  neck  pain.  that  wouldn’t  be  all—too—pleasant  now,  would  it? 

@bunnyoclock              ᶻᶻᶻ              [mess of blonde bed hair stares upward, from accommodating spot between book and lecture notes acting as blanket.]            jealous you can’t join?      —kidding.