[She takes the bouquet of roses offered to her, a look of surprise on her face before she's pushing her face right into them excitedly. They smell wonderful and look equally as pretty. There's no fuss as she stands for the picture, a smile on her lips.
The lady seems to want them to be creative, but Diva's distracted by whispered question. What would Solomon think? That's right, she'd have to get his opinion. Whipping out her phone she snaps a quick picture of the two of them before sending it her Chevalier's way.]
He might think he has to kill you now.
[She's not joking either.]
He's weird sometimes. Moody. You don't have to worry though, I won't let him.
no subject
The lady seems to want them to be creative, but Diva's distracted by whispered question. What would Solomon think? That's right, she'd have to get his opinion. Whipping out her phone she snaps a quick picture of the two of them before sending it her Chevalier's way.]
He might think he has to kill you now.
[She's not joking either.]
He's weird sometimes. Moody. You don't have to worry though, I won't let him.