Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26915308-20191003162525/@comment-26892768-20191007113958

"Well-"

"Hello, people!" But before the white-haired girl can say anything, Rottytops makes herself known, throwing up her right hand to wave at them enthusiastically...which is the same hand she grabbed Shantae with, causing the purple haired girl to be sent forward, yelping and stumbling over herself until she collides with the white-haired girl, causing both of them to fall.

Rottytops looks at this with a bit of guilt. "Whoops."

The white-haired girl gets up with a huff, her icy glare now redirected. "Do you mind? We were in the middle of somethi-"

"Arguing? Yeah, we heard. You're both pretty loud." Rottytops casually remarks, not paying attention to how the glare she's getting has intensified to the point where one could think the white-haired girl was trying to see if the old saying about "if looks could kill" has any merit. "I'm sure it was about something important though - I mean, you wouldn't just be standing here letting everyone leave you in the dust if it wasn't, right?"

"Rottytops..." Shantae hisses, trying to motion for her partner to stop talking as the white-haired girl grits her teeth, looking about ready to strangle the glasses-wearing girl.

"Fair point." Cerebella nods as she walks. "But what are we going to talk about until then, huh?"

"Then...this way!" Nora points elsewhere and starts to walk off. "At the very least we'll find someone who knows where they're going!"

And now Bolo has leapt up in the air, diving down towards the Death Stalker with his flail at the ready.