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rose: fail at knitting
[Rose is decidedly not in a good mood. The castle's Christmas present to her? Not really working out so far. It's been less than two weeks and she already feels like she's about to go a little bonkers if these stupid needles don't stop turning her knitting projects into gigantic, tangled wads. Currently, she's in a chair in the library, with a cup of tea beside her and a hideous mass of yarn in her lap. Damn castle.]
Really, I can't see what vendetta this castle could possibly have against pasttimes. My previous loss was perfectly effective. Perhaps the continuous clink of needles managed to grate on its questionably-existent nerves?
[An audible sigh of distaste.]
If it's no trouble, I wouldn't mind speaking with any other residents who were fortunate enough to receive a new loss for Christmas. There may be a pattern to be found.
Really, I can't see what vendetta this castle could possibly have against pasttimes. My previous loss was perfectly effective. Perhaps the continuous clink of needles managed to grate on its questionably-existent nerves?
[An audible sigh of distaste.]
If it's no trouble, I wouldn't mind speaking with any other residents who were fortunate enough to receive a new loss for Christmas. There may be a pattern to be found.
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[Can you hear her most sarcastic eyelash-batting? Can you hear it???]
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Oh, I certainly intend to, one day. I will mail you a letter when I find that someone.
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Wow, you are too kind!
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You may as well be describing yourself, Vriska.
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[Based on her sampling of troll society...]
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[Can you hear that sickening smile?]
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We sure are getting along!
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Oh, is that what we're doing? I hadn't even noticed.
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[LE SIGH]
Did you have something of substance you wished to discuss with me, or you going to continue this endless, derisive needling until we both run out of breath?
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