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aRogueOne · 04-05-2020, 11:08 PM

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Originally Posted by natethegreat

One hand resting upon the top of the silver lion's head on the cane, the other one reached to her hip. Lace gloves encasing both, Roselynn simply nodded at the fellow's response. Certainly if some random person had come up to her asking about a black eye, she would be somewhat taken aback too. However, she still noted the man's neutral tone; so it certainly could have been a lot worse. At least he didn't come at her neck for asking or anything.

"Well a fight perhaps, or some other form of accident." Her one hand now reaching out towards him. "My name is Roselynn, Roselynn Voss. I certainly meant no offense upon asking. I was only going to ask if you needed some assistance with that." Roselynn paused before continuing "My mother was a nurse, so she taught me a few tricks or too that might help, so I thought I'd offer as it seems to be causing some pain." A smile washed over her face to hopefully cut the odd tension in the air as well. She was no stranger when it came to weird situations like this, and how to go about diffusing them. Also, Roselynn knew one of the things that helped her get through bad days was just simply looking at others smile.

Falling and landing on his eye wasn’t exactly a masterpiece of a lie but it was the first thing that popped into his head. He couldn’t really blame anyone else but himself if no one believed it so he wasn’t shocked to see that she jumped to the right conclusion, even if he’d never admit it. “Well I tripped. Freak accident really. You should have seen it” What was he told one time? Just steer into the crash, it’ll make it easier? “Tripped down the stairs, broke a few ribs and boop. Hit my eye on a protruding rock”. He’d nailed it. She wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Eying her hand for a second, he simply gave her a small nod before replying “Spencer. Spencer Rogers” both of his hands still in his pockets. No because he was trying to intentionally be rude, it just hurt him to raise his hands and he didn’t fancy screaming out in pain in the middle of Diagon Alley. Scaring people with loud screams of pain. Not the best for business.

“I’m all good thanks. I’ll be healed in no time. These are just scratches” They were not. “I’ve had worse” he tacked on at the end. Just to make sure that she got the idea. He didn’t need help. He didn’t want help. He wouldn’t accept help. Was it obvious that he was fed up of everyone babying him? They didn’t understand that Rogers don’t ask for help. It only makes things worse.

Trying his best not to look bored, he changed his expression to that of someone who was actually interested for a moment. See, what a gent! Listening to family histories like he was some kind of history student or something. “Well, that must have come in handy growing up. Kids get into also sorts of accidents, don’t they” his answer more of a statement than a question now. Kids got into accidents. Everyone knew that. Taking a deep breath, the blonde-haired tween shifted his weight ever so slightly to one side, tilting his head as he did so that he could actually see her better. If we going to act as though this conversation was riveting, he’d have to play the part well, even if it did hurt his aching ribs.

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aRogueOne MLE & DERP Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2018 Location: UK Posts: 1,570 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sloane Aubrey Knott Slytherin Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by natethegreat One hand resting upon the top of the silver lion's head on the cane, the other one reached to her hip. Lace gloves encasing both, Roselynn simply nodded at the fellow's response. Certainly if some random person had come up to her asking about a black eye, she would be somewhat taken aback too. However, she still noted the man's neutral tone; so it certainly could have been a lot worse. At least he didn't come at her neck for asking or anything. "Well a fight perhaps, or some other form of accident." Her one hand now reaching out towards him. "My name is Roselynn, Roselynn Voss. I certainly meant no offense upon asking. I was only going to ask if you needed some assistance with that." Roselynn paused before continuing "My mother was a nurse, so she taught me a few tricks or too that might help, so I thought I'd offer as it seems to be causing some pain." A smile washed over her face to hopefully cut the odd tension in the air as well. She was no stranger when it came to weird situations like this, and how to go about diffusing them. Also, Roselynn knew one of the things that helped her get through bad days was just simply looking at others smile. Falling and landing on his eye wasn’t exactly a masterpiece of a lie but it was the first thing that popped into his head. He couldn’t really blame anyone else but himself if no one believed it so he wasn’t shocked to see that she jumped to the right conclusion, even if he’d never admit it. “Well I tripped. Freak accident really. You should have seen it” What was he told one time? Just steer into the crash, it’ll make it easier? “Tripped down the stairs, broke a few ribs and boop. Hit my eye on a protruding rock”. He’d nailed it. She wouldn’t suspect a thing. Eying her hand for a second, he simply gave her a small nod before replying “Spencer. Spencer Rogers” both of his hands still in his pockets. No because he was trying to intentionally be rude, it just hurt him to raise his hands and he didn’t fancy screaming out in pain in the middle of Diagon Alley. Scaring people with loud screams of pain. Not the best for business. “I’m all good thanks. I’ll be healed in no time. These are just scratches” They were not. “I’ve had worse” he tacked on at the end. Just to make sure that she got the idea. He didn’t need help. He didn’t want help. He wouldn’t accept help. Was it obvious that he was fed up of everyone babying him? They didn’t understand that Rogers don’t ask for help. It only makes things worse. Trying his best not to look bored, he changed his expression to that of someone who was actually interested for a moment. See, what a gent! Listening to family histories like he was some kind of history student or something. “Well, that must have come in handy growing up. Kids get into also sorts of accidents, don’t they” his answer more of a statement than a question now. Kids got into accidents. Everyone knew that. Taking a deep breath, the blonde-haired tween shifted his weight ever so slightly to one side, tilting his head as he did so that he could actually see her better. If we going to act as though this conversation was riveting, he’d have to play the part well, even if it did hurt his aching ribs.