[Clover is not leaving the Center until you do, Miles. She's sitting on a chair close by, and her Roselia is currently occupying a little stool. And Auste will assume that the poor girl also got shocked trying to sort things out by herself before deciding that one eighteen-year-old is still not enough to deal with a crazy Mareep.
Also, Clover is going to bury all that worry under so much scolding and grumbling and this frowny face. But she'll give in to the worry later.]
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I told you I was gonna come with you. But did you listen? Nooooooo. And now look what happened.
[An exasperated sigh. She leans back. The Roselia is a far more accurate epitome of worry.]
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Date: 2011-09-15 07:26 am (UTC)Also, Clover is going to bury all that worry under so much scolding and grumbling and this frowny face. But she'll give in to the worry later.]
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I told you I was gonna come with you. But did you listen? Nooooooo. And now look what happened.
[An exasperated sigh. She leans back. The Roselia is a far more accurate epitome of worry.]