( that's adorably optimistic of you, Rosiante. Carmilla hasn't managed optimism since the late 1800s. she's fresh out of silver linings over here, so being grateful is a bit outside of her capacity at the moment. especially since she was pretty at peace with the idea of just... not existing anymore. being trapped in another undeath and a super shitty one at that? she's sincerely over it.
someone else might have argued, or worried. Carmilla just shrugs around her moderately sized cooler of blood and heads off that way. she doesn't even bother walking slowly — even with a limp, Rosiante could outpace her easily. he doesn't really know what he's said, or why it earns a husky mutter of a laugh. )
Perfect. ( not even in this brand new hellish existence, can she have a space to herself. seems about right. as long as her roommate is not anything like Laura, hopefully she can scare them out in a few days. she's pretty good at being a terrible roommate. ) I'll figure something out. I always do.
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someone else might have argued, or worried. Carmilla just shrugs around her moderately sized cooler of blood and heads off that way. she doesn't even bother walking slowly — even with a limp, Rosiante could outpace her easily. he doesn't really know what he's said, or why it earns a husky mutter of a laugh. )
Perfect. ( not even in this brand new hellish existence, can she have a space to herself. seems about right. as long as her roommate is not anything like Laura, hopefully she can scare them out in a few days. she's pretty good at being a terrible roommate. ) I'll figure something out. I always do.