[ Staying in Aefenglom long-term wasn't exactly part of the plan, but neither had been showing up in the first place. She supposed as long as they were stuck there, reasonable accommodations were worth the effort. The survey itself had felt a little silly, but she also understood the need to appropriate match potential housemates. She could only hope that she would be matched appropriately. Allura likes to think of herself as someone who could get along with almost anyone, but...
Well. She does have some of her own stipulations and idiosyncrasies. (And biases.)
That completed, she's keen to take a closer look at the properties and see what her options really are. That is, until she feels something wet glop against her back.
Allura freezes, looking over her shoulder just in time to see some strange sticky orange goo fall from her blouse, hit her skirt, and then the ground. ]
"Stick to your own, pointy ears!"
[ Her eyes widen. A princess doesn't lash back out--
--but her ears are great, thank you. ]
What? My ears are perfectly fine! It's yours that look strange!
[ Sorry to literally everyone around her with human-looking ears. ]
II. Go on, give us a show
[ After calming down, Allura decides to take some of the kinder patrons up on their offer for food, flowers, and-- ]
Oh!
[ Jewelry. She pauses in front of a table, clasping her hands behind her back as she leans over, eyes sparkling at the array of different pieces before her. ]
"See something you like, Miss?"
Yes, quite a bit. You have a very lovely collection. It's been a while since I've gotten to shop for something sparkly.
"I think I have something that might go with that diadem you have. Take a look."
[ He pulls out a golden brooch with blue stones. Allura straightens with a small gasp. ]
Oh, yes!
"You like it? It's yours."
Oh, I couldn't possibly--
"--For a small price."
[ Ah, there's the issue. Some of Allura's excitement lessens though she smiles as congenially as possible. ]
I'm afraid I don't really have a stable source of income at the moment, we only arrived a short time ago...
"No, nothing like that. How about a trick?"
[ Allura blinks, looking between the man and the next closest person to her--another magical refugee. ]
A...trick?
"Yes! You're not from around here, I'm sure you have something we would have never seen in this city."
Erm...
III. Oh my god, they were roommates
[ Chocolates and treats? How kind! They come in flavors she never would have experienced before until now--what is bubblegum, anyway?--but she's more than happy to gobble up a few. Well, until someone catches her, at least, then immediately holds out the small collection she'd amassed.
She's sharing! It's fine. ]
Would you like to try one?
[ Be careful, though. She may not be leaving your side for a while due to mutual gravity. ]
XX. Wildcard
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Allura | Voltron: Legendary Defender | Witch
[ Staying in Aefenglom long-term wasn't exactly part of the plan, but neither had been showing up in the first place. She supposed as long as they were stuck there, reasonable accommodations were worth the effort. The survey itself had felt a little silly, but she also understood the need to appropriate match potential housemates. She could only hope that she would be matched appropriately. Allura likes to think of herself as someone who could get along with almost anyone, but...
Well. She does have some of her own stipulations and idiosyncrasies. (And biases.)
That completed, she's keen to take a closer look at the properties and see what her options really are. That is, until she feels something wet glop against her back.
Allura freezes, looking over her shoulder just in time to see some strange sticky orange goo fall from her blouse, hit her skirt, and then the ground. ]
"Stick to your own, pointy ears!"
[ Her eyes widen. A princess doesn't lash back out--
--but her ears are great, thank you. ]
What? My ears are perfectly fine! It's yours that look strange!
[ Sorry to literally everyone around her with human-looking ears. ]
II. Go on, give us a show
[ After calming down, Allura decides to take some of the kinder patrons up on their offer for food, flowers, and-- ]
Oh!
[ Jewelry. She pauses in front of a table, clasping her hands behind her back as she leans over, eyes sparkling at the array of different pieces before her. ]
"See something you like, Miss?"
Yes, quite a bit. You have a very lovely collection. It's been a while since I've gotten to shop for something sparkly.
"I think I have something that might go with that diadem you have. Take a look."
[ He pulls out a golden brooch with blue stones. Allura straightens with a small gasp. ]
Oh, yes!
"You like it? It's yours."
Oh, I couldn't possibly--
"--For a small price."
[ Ah, there's the issue. Some of Allura's excitement lessens though she smiles as congenially as possible. ]
I'm afraid I don't really have a stable source of income at the moment, we only arrived a short time ago...
"No, nothing like that. How about a trick?"
[ Allura blinks, looking between the man and the next closest person to her--another magical refugee. ]
A...trick?
"Yes! You're not from around here, I'm sure you have something we would have never seen in this city."
Erm...
III. Oh my god, they were roommates
[ Chocolates and treats? How kind! They come in flavors she never would have experienced before until now--what is bubblegum, anyway?--but she's more than happy to gobble up a few. Well, until someone catches her, at least, then immediately holds out the small collection she'd amassed.
She's sharing! It's fine. ]
Would you like to try one?
[ Be careful, though. She may not be leaving your side for a while due to mutual gravity. ]
XX. Wildcard
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