[ hmm. well, rose isn't stupid enough to think she'll get this for free. if she wants even the slightest chance (and that is likely extremely minuscule, but hey, 1% is better than 0%) then she's going to have to bargain for it.
rose is a merchant. she's good at bargaining.
something tells her karkat is sort of oblivious to the whole sorey and mikleo thing. just a little hunch. she still doesn't know what kind of relationship karkat has with them, either-- she's never asked them, but that being said, maybe she can use that? not at their expense, of course, but it seems like almost everyone has noticed, so what's the harm? ]
... 'Kay, so. What'll it take for me to hear about this? How 'bout I'll give you deets if you give me deets! Like, you know, where you met him, when you realized you liked him, who kissed who first...
[ YES, SHE IS VERY SERIOUS ABOUT WANTING TO SIT AROUND AND GOSSIP ABOUT (other people's, in rose's case) BOYFRIENDS. at this rate she might as well drag him to her room, grab some nail polish and a couple of pillows, and stay up all night. okay no that'd never happen but it's still a pretty hilarious mental image. ]
C'mon, we're friends, aren't we? Buddies? Pals?
[ she almost slings an arm around his shoulder, but holds back. pissing him off more will scare away her small, angry target. ]
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rose is a merchant. she's good at bargaining.
something tells her karkat is sort of oblivious to the whole sorey and mikleo thing. just a little hunch. she still doesn't know what kind of relationship karkat has with them, either-- she's never asked them, but that being said, maybe she can use that? not at their expense, of course, but it seems like almost everyone has noticed, so what's the harm? ]
... 'Kay, so. What'll it take for me to hear about this? How 'bout I'll give you deets if you give me deets! Like, you know, where you met him, when you realized you liked him, who kissed who first...
[ YES, SHE IS VERY SERIOUS ABOUT WANTING TO SIT AROUND AND GOSSIP ABOUT (other people's, in rose's case) BOYFRIENDS. at this rate she might as well drag him to her room, grab some nail polish and a couple of pillows, and stay up all night. okay no that'd never happen but it's still a pretty hilarious mental image. ]
C'mon, we're friends, aren't we? Buddies? Pals?
[ she almost slings an arm around his shoulder, but holds back. pissing him off more will scare away her small, angry target. ]