"I'm not a princess, I don't need saving. I'm a freaking Queen and I got this shit handled." [Student at Harvest Academy] Rosetta Benson | Senior, 18
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downmemorylaney:
â *ïŸ:*:âŒâż â The name correction was meant as a joke, but as it turns out, Rosetta is the type to takes these things seriously. How unexpected! Laney stifles her laughter to keep her from further embarrassment. She reminds her of someone dear to her. â You donât have to worry about that, Rosetta. Honest! Please feel free to call me Laney now, too. â â
â *ïŸ:*:âŒâż â Laney sits near the stairway so she can start eating. Standing around doesnât count as break! And Laney is positive Rosetta could use a break herself. â You hadnât? Thatâs not very good! Resting is just as important as working. Come on, sit with me. â The blonde pats the area beside her and hopes she doesnât mind sitting here. â
â *ïŸ:*:âŒâż â The way Rosetta easily flusters up further reminds Laney of her closest friend. This makes her laugh softly and she canât hide it any longer, â You know, you remind me of a friend of mine! She doesnât like resting too much too even if she needs it. â And you both get embarrassed so easily, he he. That last part she keeps to herself, for now~ âÂ
   ăâ§ă~ Rosetta was never the type to just go with the flow, always feeling compelled to go against the grain and live her own way. If she didnât feel she needed a rest, or didnât want to take one, then there was a high chance it wasnât going to happen, regardless of whether itâd be good for her or not. But much like with certain other sweet and sunshine-y influences in her life, Rosetta finds it hard to say no in the face of Laneyâs kindness. Damn... she was getting soft.
    â...Fine, fine. Iâll sit. Just for a little while, though.â Smoothing out her skirt, Rosetta seats herself next to Laney. The scent of the grilled cheese fills the area they sat in, and the blonde can feel her stomach threatening to growl again.Â
   As she starts to open up her sandwich, she hears Laneyâs question, brow quirked as she glances up at the other girl. âOh, yeah? People like us can probably be real headaches, huh?â She scoffs, knowing the feeling all too well-- from both sides. âIf sheâs a hard worker, though, I think thatâs something that can be admired.â
*ïŸ:*:âŒâż leftovers âż âŒ:*:*ïŸ
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queenvitch:
Even if Rosetta said no, Vivi wouldnât have taken it. Sheâd find a way. Lucky for her, her niece was smart enough to know thisâ or was enticed by the prospect of sushi⊠either worked.
âOh, child, you have much to learn. Donât let school eat you up, youâre meant to enjoy high school, not feel drowned by it.â Although she admired her dedication, she wished she let loose more. Live a little. Vivi had her own share of high school difficulties, but not to the point it became much of a burden to her. âIf anyone threatens to give you detention, Iâll personally handle it~ I can be very persuasive you know.â
That aside, they better get going now if they wanted to eat all the sushi~! âCome now, dear. The sushi wonât come to us. Do you have other things to do?â
    ăâ§ă~ âWhat?â She balks incredulously. Sure, she focused a lot on her work and responsibilities, but did it really look like she was having no fun? âAuntie, please, Iâm enjoying my school life just fine. I partied with a few friends other day, yâknow. Does that sound like something a girl drowned by her schoolwork would do? Psh, no.â
    Of course, she didnât enjoy that party at all except for a few select moments. Most of it had been spent shaking her head at the antics of the other students, and snarking with the salt mine that was Jamie. But Aunt Vivi didnât have to know that. Didnât need to know the specifics of the party, either, even though she was sure her aunt probably wouldnât take any action even if she did know.
    âBut thanks for the back up, auntie. With the way Mr. Price is, I might have to take you up on that soon.â At the thought of her band teacher, the great Oprah of Detentionsâą, Rosetta rolls her eyes and pulls her bag strap further up her shoulder. âNot at the moment, no.â She smiles. âWe better head out so we can still have some time to catch the fresh stuff.â
sushi with auntie
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miss-josephinee:
âYou donât need to look for me, Rose, I got this!â The response was confident, but that didnât mean she was correct.
âSandwich King! Does that work for you?â Sandwiches were one of the few foods Selphy could truly enjoy, they were simple and easy to eat.
    ăâ§ă~ âAnd Iâm the Queen of Sheba.â She quips sarcastically, not buying Selphyâs words for a second. The girl was smart, but when it came to most common sense things and well, herself, boy could she be a mess. âBut fine, whatever you say. Just donât complain to me when you faint from starvation.â
    She says, but it was no secret to either of them that Rosetta would jump at the first chance to help her friend if it was needed.
    âSandwich King? Sounds great to me.â She pulls her bag strap further up on her shoulder, gesturing for Selphy to follow. âIâm pretty tight with Georgia, so I could probably score us a discount, too. If not, I can always bug Raguna about it. He can fold pretty easily when you put enough pressure on him.â The smirk that appears on her face then makes it clear that this last thing was something she knew from plenty of experience.
Snack Time || Selphy & Rosetta
#selphy:snack time#missjosephinee#((5))#(( casually museceptions and makes my muses know each other ))
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spiritualmaiden:
Finally having a club president brought Emiko great joy. Not only that, the club leader was competent and just as hard-working as everyone else, if not more so. The environment was very important to her as well, as she believed mother nature held the aura for all living things.Â
âIâm nearly done myselfâ Emiko replied, looking over the area. âWhere to next?â She was determined to prove herself to her club president.
    ăâ§ă~ After dropping some half full potato chip bags -- what even? -- into her garbage bag, she sets it down, dusting her gloved hands as she looks around the area. From what she could tell, the grassy area outside of the school had been pretty cleaned out. Of course, there could always be a few things that they missed... theyâll have to do another sweep later, but for now...
    âSomewhere we can take a break.â She answers, hoisting up her bag once more. âWe can go throw these out and stop for a snack before heading out to the other areas. That sound good to you?â
Taking Out the Trash || Emiko & Rosetta
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   ăâ§ă~ As it often was, Rosettaâs nose had been deep into her Stats textbook when she receives a text on her phone. Normally, she tried not to touch her phone until she was done with her homework, but she had been stuck on the one problem for a while, and she really, really needed a break from it. Otherwise, she just might flip her book -- or her whole desk, maybe -- in frustration.Â
    Pulling her phone towards her, Rosetta opens up the messages to see one sent from Georgia. Even through text she could feel the other girlâs enthusiasm, hear her voice even, and with a fond smile, she responds.
[ To: Power Tough Girls ]: iâve got some homework i need to finish, but iâm down! iâm gonna need a SERIOUS break from this crap, anyway  [ To: Power Tough Girls ]: stats sucks (âŻÂ°âĄÂ°)âŻïž” â»ââ»
@minoriii
ă girl power ă
@minoriii @rosetti-stone
ă The weekends fast approached and with Halloween over, so were the different sales and promos that came along with it! There were a few stores that went out of their way to extend it for the weekends and that was all Georgia needed to know before asking a few friends out. Taking out her phone, she punched in a few keys and threw out an invite to two girls sheâs been meaning to ask out for a nice day out. They certainly werenât pigs, but who doesnât love a discounted buffet?ă
ă To Power Tough Girls: hey hey! are you both free? saturday lunch out in the city, y/y??? the promos just until this weekend! we HAVE to go! ăÂ
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starryphantomskye:
Skye had felt cold stares on him all day, surrounded by whispers of another girl who had become infatuated with him crying once he had turned his attention to another girl.
Normally, people would say what they thought of Skye in whispers and then move on with their lives. It never bothered him much, although these opinions were harder to avoid in a school setting.
What he didnât expect, was for anyone to confront him about it. By one of the most headstrong classmates he had, no less. He doubted this would work like the charm he was hoping for, but he went for a couple of classic lines of his.
âWhat can I say?â Skye got up from his desk, not maintaining the eye contact. âIts not my fault women tend to get a little jealous~â
   ăâ§ă~ Her eyes narrow when she hears his unsurprisingly nonchalant response, the girl straightening back up and moving over to stand in his way. He wasnât going to get away that easily. âYeah, but it wouldnât happen as much if you didnât flirt with every girl under the sun.â An exaggeration, maybe, but from what sheâs seen and heard, it might as well have been the case.Â
    She takes a step towards him, poking a finger into his chest. âYouâre playing with their emotions.â Another poke, followed by one punctuating each of her words for emphasis. âItâs irresponsible. Cruel. And it has to stop.â
    Maybe he wouldnât listen to her. Maybe this wouldnât be any more than her just talking to wall, that this would just end up being a huge waste of time in the end. But damn it, she still had to try. Someone did.Â
When They Cry || Skye & Rosetta
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lestweregret:
Rosetta did look like she needed a little break. It wasnât like she was ruffled or looking unkempt, or anything of the like. Lest just always got the impression she was working like a candle, bright and admirable. But it always felt like she was burning at both ends, even if she didnât come off tired. Maybe he read into things too much, but he just wanted the best for her. She deserved more times where she could just soften and let things go with the flow. Sliding his phone back into his bag, he chuckled gently into his fist.Â
âNo catch, I believe. Okay, wait. Maybe one.â He held up the orange juice like a torch, leading them out of the darkness. Waving it once, then twice again to make sure she had her eyes on it, he nodded. âCareful now, okay? Here, catch!â
Delicately tossing it out the window, he watched as it made its mark. âThatâs the only catch I can come up with for sure, haha.âÂ
Ah. Of course. She never had time to go with the flow if she was always the one who went against it. Lest expected as much and wanted to respect that aspect of hers. Rolling with the punches, he waved it off like it was no big deal. âDonât worry about it then! Maybe we can have a snack some other time.âÂ
He leaned on the windowsill, wondering why she had to spike her words with equal amounts of honey and spice. With his cheek resting precariously on his palm, he responded wholeheartedly. âAw, donât worry about me, Rosetta. Your worker bee has been working in full. He just thought the Queen Bee deserved a little rest, is all.âÂ
âDo you happen to need a hand? Since Iâve freed my hands of the sacred orange juice, Iâd be happy to lend you one,â Lest sifted a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. Humming under his breath, he contemplated on how awkward it was to continue talking like this through the window. Then, his metaphorical lightbulb clicked on. Ah. That would do it. âHmmmm⊠In fact, I was thinking I needed a change of pace. A little scenery swap might help.âÂ
Posing himself smoothly against the windowsill, he shifted the screen open and hoisted himself up. âHup! Careful now!â Lest leapt out the window, elegantly acing his landing. It was no big deal, really. Just needed that change of environment! Dusting himself off casually, as though he hadnât done much at all, Lest grinned at her in amusement. âNow⊠What were we saying?â
âAh yes, did you need any help? Iâll be happy to be there for you. đ”â Â
   ăâ§ă~ Rosetta rushes forward to catch the drink suddenly thrown her way, the bottle refreshingly cool against her palms as she glances up at him with a scoff. âPfft, that sounds about right, boy scout that you are.â As mocking as she may have seemed, she really did appreciate Lestâs kind and understanding nature. The guy didnât have one malicious bone in his body. And while she didnât mind how easygoing and agreeable he could be, sheâd be lying if she said it didnât frustrate her some. Always shrugging things off and going with the flow... if he wasnât careful, some creep could take advantage of that.
   Straightening up, she raises her brow with a slightly offended look, free hand moving to rest on her hip. âWhy, do I look like I need rest?â Rosetta knew her own body better than anyone else, and she knew her limits. She was pretty much running on fumes right now, and probably looked it, too. But that didnât mean she wanted other people pointing it out.
   Even though she knew that Lest was right, that she did need a break, her stubbornness and pride overpower her sensibilities in the end. Her stormy waters, always fighting against calm ones like his. âThatâs sweet of you, really, but Iâm fine.â
   Before she can even respond to his next offer -- the answer of which would have mostly likely been no -- he suddenly hoists himself out the window, startling Rosetta a bit. Grip on her juice tightened, she reflexively takes a step back and gives him a look of incredulity before quickly regaining her bearings, head shaking as her eyes roll skyward. âYou--â
   Normally she would have given some sort of snappy comeback, but his words stop her. Iâll be happy to be there for you. Simple words, sure, but the blonde couldnât help but feel that they held a certain weight to them. It wasnât often people said that sort of thing to her when they werenât trying to suck up, or keep from making her angry. Her instinctual need to regard people with skepticism spurs her into trying to find some sort of angle or motive behind his intentions, but with Lest she couldnât think of any. None that made sense, anyway.Â
   That sort of compassion... it didnât feel so bad, to be on the receiving end of it every once in a while. She opens her drink, idly mimicking his words from earlier. â...I donât know, worker bee.â She waves her drink towards him, making sure not to waste any of it as she does so. âIf you want to help and waste your fun afternoon following me around, be my guest. This Queen Bee will be putting you to work, though, so hereâs your chance to back out before itâs too late.â
Orange You Glad | Rosetta & Lest
#lest:orange you glad#lestweregret#((1))#(( glorious excessiveness ))#(( she appreciates u in her own tsun way orange boi ))
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Iâm stubborn; I know what I want. Iâll dedicate all my efforts to achieving it.
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citricizingyourfood:
Chase rolled his eyes, not at her, but at how ridiculous his dad teacher could be. Although Mr. Price was one of the more respected teachers in his eyes, he did have a tendency to be a little ludicrous with his reasoning for punishment. He wasnât as heated as Rosetta was, but he admitted it still bothered him.Â
He took a bite of his salad. Eh, it was adequate at best. Who makes these? Jamie? He stifled a laugh at his own joke.Â
âSometimes it seems like he has it out for certain students. Just a thought,â he shrugged. He knew some kids in his class that he yelled at more than others. Sometimes they deserved it though.Â
   ăâ§ă~ A huff. âNot like that makes it any better. I mean, I get being annoyed by some people more than others...â Rosetta had a few people on her list, herself. âBut thereâs this little thing called professionalism, yeah? Treating the people you dislike worse than the others is just as bad as favoritism if you ask me.â
    The clinking of her fork against the inside of her bowl sounds out in the mostly silent restaurant, the blonde glaring down at her salad as she shifts the potato chunks around. âBut enough about him--â Reddish-brown eyes shift up to glance at the boy across the table, âWhat about you? Heard some stuff went down between you and that some girl at the faire.â
   She snorts, stabbing her fork into another potato. âYou may be an ass, but I didnât take you for the type to get into actual fights. It seemed, I dunno, above you. Not worth your time.â
Spilling the... Soup? || Chase & Rosetta
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goldenprotag:
ă Micahâs pride takes a step back upon realizing the person he bumped into was a member of the soccer club. So much for being a cool captain. He got sent out of practice early, he had to stay at the clinic for way too long and now he was stumbling all over the place. Ridiculous was definitely one word for him right nowâŠÂ âOh, hey Rosetta! I guess I kind of do, huh?âă
ă âIâm fine! Iâm fine! Headâs just bothering me a little⊠ouch.â There it was again, the sting at a spot just above his eye. For the lack of a better word, it was being a nasty bitch. He takes her offer to help him out and used that boost to get back on his feet. Moving made him feel dizzy again, but even as he twitched as the stinging continues, he still wanted to appear like he was okay.ă
ă "How was practice, by the way? Sorry I had to leave you allâ iâll make up for it next practice.â He doesnât even remember where that ball came from, let alone who kicked it towards him. As far as heâs concerned, it was just an accident anyway. The best way to get over it is to get back and be more attentive next time. Hopefully next time doesnât involve more strays to the face.ă
   ăâ§ă~ Rosetta nods silently, hands moving to her hips as she steps back to give him some space to get his bearings. He didnât at all seem as fine as he claimed, and Rosetta narrows her eyes at him in a critical stare. âUh huh... donât give me that crap, Micah. If youâre not okay, just say so.â
   She sighs, expression softening. âIt was fine. Everyoneâs in pretty good shape, so. Seems like we have promising chances for the next game.â Her arms leave her sides and fold across her chest, brow quirking as she leans her weight to one side. âAnd seriously, why are you apologizing? Itâs not your fault you got hit in the head. As far as Iâm concerned, you donât have to make up for anything. Iâm sure the guys agree.â
   âIf anything, Iâm the one who needs to do the making up.â She runs a hand through her hair. âI dunno, lunch or dinner or something-- an apology for nailing you in the face.â
   Soccer was a joy of hers, but gods was she getting bad at it lately-- how many times has it been now that sheâs kicked a ball into some guyâs face? At this rate, she was going to be a literal health hazard on the field.
⌠head in the clouds âŒ
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rebelcase:
God, his head was being a bitch right now. For every twitch he got after listening to Rosettaâs excuse, the pain doubled. He couldnât focus, but her words rang loud and clear to him. Excuses, excuses, excuses. âI wasnât born yesterday, Miss Benson. Cut the crap.â
âSchool festival just ended and the next event is outside the schoolâ councilâs decoration team is free for the month.â Sometimes it helped to have your niece as the vice presidentâ you know stuff. He crossed his arms and fixed a cold stare on his student, 100% determined to not let her get out of this mess without consequences. His hands were already reaching for a pen and the detention slips he keeps handy for times like these. His day is never complete without signing up for a miserable hour in detention.
But as he did, his head hurt throbbed in pain once more. His arm shot up to his head, a pained groan escaping him. Ugh, it was being a little bitch and talking just made it worse.Â
âFridayâ an hour⊠and⊠ugh.â He couldnât even form a complete sentence, let alone finish giving Rosetta a detention. He felt faint. âGah, how hard did you fucking kick that ballâ!!â Mumble, mumble. Groan.
    ăâ§ă~ Shit, so he didnât fall for it. Was that a modicum of intelligence she sensed? Who would have thought he had the brain capacity to actually think about more than music and whatever fantastically ass-pulled reason he came up with to justify detentions?Â
    âOkay, but--â He had a point there. A painfully good point, so she grapples for another reason, â--I have other clubs? President of Clean Up? This? Not to mention all the exams coming up. Studying is a thing, yâknow...â
    And... crap. There it was. The notorious pen and pink slip, just waiting to be filled out and sentence her to her doom. Rosetta doesnât even hold in her groan, knowing that no matter what she said, he wouldnât be dissuaded from his true love: giving detention. Especially not in this pissed and irritable state he was clearly in. That, in turn, pissed her off. All she was doing was getting some extra soccer practice in-- it wasnât like she was trying to nail him in the face! This was so unfair.
    She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and scoffing as she mumbles. âNot hard enough, obviously...â Whether he heard her or not, she didnât know, but since she figured she was getting a detention anyway, there was no point in grovelling, or keeping up the niceties.
Boom, Headshot || Open
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    ăâ§ă~ Rosetta stops when she hears the voice of her aunt call out to her, turning at the waist to look back at the vivacious woman standing at the door of her classroom. When she realized one of her favorite aunts had been teaching at Harvest Academy, the revelation had been a comforting one for her, if a bit awkward. On the one hand, she loved having family around-- someone who, when she needed it most, Rosetta knew would have her back.Â
    But on the other, the independent part of her didnât want any help or special treatment academics wise (unless totally and completely justified, of course), and so she had to make sure she didnât get that from Aunt Vivi.
    âSushi, huh?â She muses. A good sushi platter wasnât sounding so bad right about now, plus it had the added bonus of giving and her aunt some quality time to hang out. And, stress relief. Some much needed stress relief... hopefully. âSounds good! As long as we do get back before curfew. Iâve got enough headaches to deal with, and I donât need detention to be one of them.â
sushi with auntie
@rosetti-stone
Vivi always knew her genes were great, so when she sees her niece in Harvest Academy, she wasnât all that surprised to know she grew up to be a splendid young lady. Nothing less from her side of the family! Her dad might be⊠mediocre, but at least Rosetta got the tough personality both Vivi and one of her favorite cousins shared.
With the middle of the fall semester now underway, Vivi assumed her busybody niece had her own pile of stress right now. And what kind of aunt would she be if she didnât help the poor child out? Â âOh, Rosetta-dear~ come here for a second.â
âHow about a nice dinner with your aunt, hm? Itâs a friday night, and iâll take you back myself before curfew.â Curfews are such a bore! But even Vivi abided by the rules. Most of them, at least. âI know this sushi place that iâm just dying to try out. Itâs got good reviews so I guarantee theyâll have great sushi~â
what do you say?â
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thejoyandthelaughter:
Apparently, the idea of eating together every single day hadnât really struck her when she said the words, but the moment they left Rosettaâs mouth, the blonde lit up like a Christmas tree and she jolted forward, bouncing in place on the couch excitedly as she grabbed at one of Rosettaâs hands with both of her own.
âOhmigosh, Rosie Posie, that is such a good idea! Has anyone ever told you how smart you are, because you are like a really young and super duper cute, likeâŠâ She fell silent fo a solid minute, which was kind of a miracle, as she tried to come up with a female scientist âOh! Marie Curie!â
She leaned closer, Â beaming brightly as she gave her friendâs hand a squeeze.
âIâm so excited to spend lunch with you, Rosie, itâs super duper sad that we never really hang out outside the dormâor in it, reall, but that has to change! e should go, like, shopping someday, I can even do your hair before we go! Doesnât that sound so fun? You have such pretty hair, too, itâd look so cute in dutch braids!â
    ăâ§ă~ Rosetta sputters when Rachel suddenly grabs her by the hands, her normally cool composure broken by the girlâs unexpected closeness and bright cheer. What was there to be so happy about? God, she was like-- like a puppy, or something. âAlright, alright, just calm down!â At her comparison, Rosetta glowers. â...You mean the lady who ended poisoning herself with her own work? Dunno how I feel about that...â
   Concerning as that comparison was overall, she got what Rachel was trying to get at. It just, as always, comes across clumsily.
   Her cheer for something as simple as lunch was a bit annoying, and kind of frustrating, but Rosetta would be lying if she said she didnât think there was something endearing about that bright smile of hers. â...I guess I could humor you, sometimes. God knows you need someone to keep an eye on you.â
    It was no secret that Rosetta wasnât the most fashionably conscious of girls, so Rachelâs comment comes up as a total blank for her. âWhat are dutch braids?â
This Flower Says We Have to be Friends || Rosetta and Rachel
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   ăâ§ă~ Busybody that she was, there wasnât rarely ever a moment where Rosetta wasnât out and about, constantly moving, always doing something. That had been no different today, as she rushed about the campus running different errands for the council. Drop off forms here, pick up supplies there, transport this, collect that-- it was a never-ending mad rush to get things done, and the worst part about it is that she never seemed to run out of things to do.
    But in the end, it was a necessary evil. If she could get accustomed to heavy workloads and huge responsibilities, sheâd be that much more prepared for the ruthlessness of the adult world.Â
    She had been walking past one of the buildings when she hears a familiar voice call out to her, and while Rosetta had half a mind to shut down whatever it was they wanted and continue on her way, turning to the sight of Lestâs friendly wave gives her cause to reconsider. He wasnât someone she was all too familiar with outside of their time in the Clean Up Club, but at the very least he was a kind and helpful person. Just your average, everyday nice guy. Shutting down someone like that didnât feel right to her... it was like kicking a puppy, almost.
    And even though she had no intentions on taking a break, sheâd be lying if she said the sight of his orange juice hadnât been the slightest bit tempting. It was a favorite of hers, and definitely the sort of pick-me-up she needed. Not to mention how perfect of a cool-down it would be for this stupidly warm day. But...
    âOh really... there isnât a catch, is there?â She gives an amused scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. Lest didnât seem the sort to have ulterior motives for hanging out, but she also couldnât see any reason why heâd want to spend time with her. âNice as that offer is, I actually am in the middle of some things right now.â Her lips pull up into a small smirk then, tone somewhere between teasing and critical. âJust buzzing about, busy as a bee. Unlike some people I know.â
Orange You Glad | Rosetta & Lest
@rosetti-stone
Lest could feel his lips lifting at the edges. âOh, RosettaâŠ!â He found himself calling out to her, as his hands sought the window hatch. Pulling it open with ease, he gave a friendly wave in her direction. Since he had joined Harvest Academy a bit late in the game, Lest found himself adjusting quite fairly to the school atmosphere. And it was all due part to his peersâ as they were some of the brightest, most genuine people heâd ever met. His heart always swelled at the thought of them just living life at their own pace. And somehow, they let him in and gave him the chance to do the same.Â
Rosetta, the president of the Clean Up Club, was one of many that he admired. Her resilience matched her level headâ and he found her diligence endearing. Though Lest mainly knew her through club work alone, he was ever the social butterfly. He just needed to catch her at the right time.
He leaned on first floor windowsill, as he coolly held up a bottle of orange juice in her line of vision.
ââWas thinking about calling you up for a break, actually,â He gestured to his smartphone with a soft grin. âBut since youâre around, do you have time to chat? It never hurts to take a breather once in a while.â
âIâve got some orange juice with your name on it.âȘ â
#lest:orange you glad#lestweregret#(( bless this combo tbh ))#(( do it lest-- channel ur inner monkey and c l i m b boi ))
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citricizingyourfood:
Chase didnât really haveâŠâfriendsâ per se, but there were people he tolerated. Rosetta was someone he at least tolerated. He only shared a couple of classes with this girl, but unlike most, she didnât bother him out on a whim for the sake of test tasting some of his food. She also seemed a bit less needy. Not so happy go lucky like some people in this school.
He hesitated and was a bit bemused when she invited him out to eat. No one really approached him unless they wanted something. He usually didnât eat other peopleâs cooking, but she offered to pay. Salads and Soups didnât seem like the type of place to be overly crowded unlike where he worked at, Sweet Spot. Which was a good thing for him, he wasnât really a people person.
He just ordered a Caeser salad which he figured since it was a common menu item, they couldnât mess it up too terribly. Chase moved his lettuce around on the plate as he listened. He finally looks up to comment.Â
âHis fetish? I would hardly call it that. More like reinforcing the rules,â he raised a brow, âAlthough, thinking on it, he did give me detention for cursing just because he canât do it himself. He scared the shit out of me. Just wandering into the cooking classroom like itâs no big deal.â
   ăâ§ă~ She takes a bite of her salad, snorting at Chaseâs words. âReinforcing the rules. Right. I heard he gave a student once for just being taller than him. Like, really? Who even does that?â She shakes her head, exhaling through her nostrils to calm herself a bit. No need to get so worked up about it, Rosetta. âIt just... I donât know, it really pisses me off. Itâs ridiculous and unfair.â
   Resting her chin in her palm, she stabs another of the potatoes with her fork. âWell that was starting to sound pretty reasonable until you said it was âcause he couldnât do it. And then it wasnât even his class? Gods, talk about petty...âÂ
   A dry laugh. âHe gave me one too, but I literally nailed him in the face with a soccer ball, so I guess I had that one coming. Even though it was a total accident.â
Spilling the... Soup? || Chase & Rosetta
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