[The direction and intensity of Dezel's stare doesn't escape Rose's notice. Kind of hard to when she still finds herself repeatedly draw to the pair of eyes she'd only know as a cloudy, sightless gray instead of the piercing green they are now. She follows his line of sight to... nothing, and frowns. If he keeps up with this attitude she may go from mild concern to full-blown worry.]
[When he does snap out of his stupor, she remains silent, brows drawn tight. If there's nothing he wants to share, fine. It'll keep for another time. Anyway, Dezel's sack of cash becomes her key point of interest while he pays. In what's probably a complete waste of effort, she tries eyeballing a rough estimate on the coin's value. It's not insubstantial, but there's no way he'd be carting the whole of his savings around. Not unless he's decided to swap out pendulums for money bags as weapons.]
[It's a notion stupid enough for Rose to snort at as she stands, scraping the chair legs across the floor. Still no manners even when she's not intentionally being an ass, it seems. She spares a quick glance in Dezel's direction to make sure he's following before starting for the Glenwood residence. And yes, she does know where she's going! This time.]
[The walk there is uneventful if peaceful on her end. By now the alcohol has left her feeling warm and pleasantly light in the upstairs department, leading her to hum some made-up tune under her breath as she meanders down the street. That all comes to a halt at their front door, though. Rose goes silent, hovering uncertainly on the threshold. Despite having resided in the house for a whole week, it gives her an eerie feeling to come back to a place she supposedly considered "home" once and yet can't remember.]
/needs a shovel to get out from under them
[When he does snap out of his stupor, she remains silent, brows drawn tight. If there's nothing he wants to share, fine. It'll keep for another time. Anyway, Dezel's sack of cash becomes her key point of interest while he pays. In what's probably a complete waste of effort, she tries eyeballing a rough estimate on the coin's value. It's not insubstantial, but there's no way he'd be carting the whole of his savings around. Not unless he's decided to swap out pendulums for money bags as weapons.]
[It's a notion stupid enough for Rose to snort at as she stands, scraping the chair legs across the floor. Still no manners even when she's not intentionally being an ass, it seems. She spares a quick glance in Dezel's direction to make sure he's following before starting for the Glenwood residence. And yes, she does know where she's going! This time.]
[The walk there is uneventful if peaceful on her end. By now the alcohol has left her feeling warm and pleasantly light in the upstairs department, leading her to hum some made-up tune under her breath as she meanders down the street. That all comes to a halt at their front door, though. Rose goes silent, hovering uncertainly on the threshold. Despite having resided in the house for a whole week, it gives her an eerie feeling to come back to a place she supposedly considered "home" once and yet can't remember.]