You draw your lipstick and reapply. One should always look one's best, even when confronted with seemingly impenetrable barriers. You've chosen your trademark jade green color - though a lady's lips can always be blacker, a little color helps draw attention to the face and away from the gaping hole in the stomach.
You return your lipstick to your chainsawkind specibus and turn to Rose.
"Age before beauty." You gesture towards the door.
"Excuse me?" You've managed to catch Rose off guard. She looks nonplussed.
"You're thirteen, I'm six. So in this situation you're clearly 'Age.' I am wearing a dress that is elegant without being ostentatious, flattering without being formal, and simple without being plain. You are wearing your god tier pajamas. In this situation, I am clearly 'Beauty.' So again, to use your human idiom, Age, which is you, before Beauty, which is me. After you, Rose."
Your FLIGHTY BROADS AND THEIR SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER ticks a few notches in your favor. Rose's aggravation is like delicious grubsauce on top of your lusus's homemade grubloaf.
Kanaya: Retrieve chainsaw from sylladex (FILL: TEAM Aradia<>Dave)
You return your lipstick to your chainsawkind specibus and turn to Rose.
"Age before beauty." You gesture towards the door.
"Excuse me?" You've managed to catch Rose off guard. She looks nonplussed.
"You're thirteen, I'm six. So in this situation you're clearly 'Age.' I am wearing a dress that is elegant without being ostentatious, flattering without being formal, and simple without being plain. You are wearing your god tier pajamas. In this situation, I am clearly 'Beauty.' So again, to use your human idiom, Age, which is you, before Beauty, which is me. After you, Rose."
Your FLIGHTY BROADS AND THEIR SNARKY HORSESHITOMETER ticks a few notches in your favor. Rose's aggravation is like delicious grubsauce on top of your lusus's homemade grubloaf.
You step aside to give Rose space to maneuver.
Rose: Open door (as dramatically as possible).