06-28-2018, 01:55 PM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
the girl was actually quite curious about everything, wishing to ask many questions all the time. but, she had learned early on that there were some things others did not wish to answer. so, she held back her curiosity out of respect. she didn't want others to feel uncomfortable just because of her own wonders. they weren't things that she needed to know, so she would be fine just wondering on. if they wanted to talk about it, they would. she wouldn't pry.
when her papa called out that he was answering questions, she did feel that curiosity rise up again. with so much of his family showing up lately, she wondered how much he had, how he felt towards them, and why he never did talk about them. but, again, her respect held her back. instead, she would ask him pleasant things. she knew quite a few of his favorites and things he liked, but she still had much to learn about her papa. so, she would ask what his favorite things were. his favorite hobbies, his favorite memories, things like that. the injured girl walked slowly over, eyeing her papa with a smile.
however, when rosemary asked about their father, her focus was instantly shattered. she turned her head to the female, ears perked. she knew nothing of papa's parents, as he'd never talked about them around him. it made her almost sad, wondering why he didn't want to talk about them. she certainly would talk about papa, he was good. she didn't want to lose or forget him. it made her want to ask why he never talked about them, but she decided not to. perhaps his reply to rosemary would explain it well enough, depending on what he said.
she was quiet for a moment, trying to remember what she was going to ask again. that's right. she looked back to her papa, giving a small smile again. "what's your favorite things to do?" she asked lightheartedly, hoping it would make him happy to talk about them. plus, she could find out how to make him happy if she knew them.
when her papa called out that he was answering questions, she did feel that curiosity rise up again. with so much of his family showing up lately, she wondered how much he had, how he felt towards them, and why he never did talk about them. but, again, her respect held her back. instead, she would ask him pleasant things. she knew quite a few of his favorites and things he liked, but she still had much to learn about her papa. so, she would ask what his favorite things were. his favorite hobbies, his favorite memories, things like that. the injured girl walked slowly over, eyeing her papa with a smile.
however, when rosemary asked about their father, her focus was instantly shattered. she turned her head to the female, ears perked. she knew nothing of papa's parents, as he'd never talked about them around him. it made her almost sad, wondering why he didn't want to talk about them. she certainly would talk about papa, he was good. she didn't want to lose or forget him. it made her want to ask why he never talked about them, but she decided not to. perhaps his reply to rosemary would explain it well enough, depending on what he said.
she was quiet for a moment, trying to remember what she was going to ask again. that's right. she looked back to her papa, giving a small smile again. "what's your favorite things to do?" she asked lightheartedly, hoping it would make him happy to talk about them. plus, she could find out how to make him happy if she knew them.