[A murmured, confused question that he does not stop to answer when he starts to scurry off.]
Cidolfus, what do you mean—!?
[She shouts after him, but he's already rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight, leaving her standing there, bewildered, her hands on her lips like she'll be able to tell if it's been smudged. With a groan, he'll feel a wind tickle the back of his neck before she stomps off in search of the powder room. It doesn't take her long, thanks to the short line of women waiting outside that she cuts in front of the moment the door opens.
She cannot believe she is about to say this, but—]
Shut up! I am pregnant!
[It is the only thing that she says before she slams the doors at their cries of outrage.
And lo and behold... her lipstick does need a bit of touching up. All of those kisses have long since smudged it away, and she can't help but think of him and wonder if he has some red claiming his lips, too. She doesn't spend long in there, and when she's out, she looks as pristine as ever, not a single hair or line of makeup out of place as she gets to work searching for their targets.
She is forced to ask around, but so many of the guests do not know who she is describing... especially given that the people they are looking for have the most common description. She does not want to name names and rouse suspicion, so appearances are all she has going for her...
...
Which is probably why she is having a hard time locating them, with frustration getting the better of her.
She slowly makes her way towards the entrance to see if she can catch a passing glimpse at Cid out in the courtyard.]
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[A murmured, confused question that he does not stop to answer when he starts to scurry off.]
Cidolfus, what do you mean—!?
[She shouts after him, but he's already rounding the corner and disappearing out of sight, leaving her standing there, bewildered, her hands on her lips like she'll be able to tell if it's been smudged. With a groan, he'll feel a wind tickle the back of his neck before she stomps off in search of the powder room. It doesn't take her long, thanks to the short line of women waiting outside that she cuts in front of the moment the door opens.
She cannot believe she is about to say this, but—]
Shut up! I am pregnant!
[It is the only thing that she says before she slams the doors at their cries of outrage.
And lo and behold... her lipstick does need a bit of touching up. All of those kisses have long since smudged it away, and she can't help but think of him and wonder if he has some red claiming his lips, too. She doesn't spend long in there, and when she's out, she looks as pristine as ever, not a single hair or line of makeup out of place as she gets to work searching for their targets.
She is forced to ask around, but so many of the guests do not know who she is describing... especially given that the people they are looking for have the most common description. She does not want to name names and rouse suspicion, so appearances are all she has going for her...
...
Which is probably why she is having a hard time locating them, with frustration getting the better of her.
She slowly makes her way towards the entrance to see if she can catch a passing glimpse at Cid out in the courtyard.]