[Cissie's smile goes from sheepish to relieved in about .2 seconds, and she nods, a bit ruefully, making her way into the room to sit at the end of the bed. Nothing like some egg-shaped bombs to help make new friends, right?
Except she met some of her actual best friends for the first time after getting an arrow through the arm, so maybe she's just better suited to friendship through trauma. Not a happy thought, but. There it is.]
Yeah, me too. What is you're trying to make? [She leans in to get a closer look, then remembers her manners.] Oh! Sorry. I'm Cissie.
\o/
Except she met some of her actual best friends for the first time after getting an arrow through the arm, so maybe she's just better suited to friendship through trauma. Not a happy thought, but. There it is.]
Yeah, me too. What is you're trying to make? [She leans in to get a closer look, then remembers her manners.] Oh! Sorry. I'm Cissie.