You walk off stage leaving Mr. Ampora to fall into his typical pit of confusion and self pity. You honestly don't care however. What you do care about is the matter concerning Kanaya's apparent...distress you would suppose?
ROSE: Might I inquire as to why our backroom is currently in a far more disheveled state than is the norm? If you can't stand the typical state of this place I can't imagine that you'd be complacent with it's current appearance. So do tell me, Kanaya. What on earth has possessed you into knocking over the makeup table?
KANAYA: I Regret To Inform You Rose That I Have Not Knocked Over The Makeup Table Knowingly It Was An Accident
ROSE: An accident from the woman who color coordinates her mechanical pencils and can waltz through a crowd of unruly teens without marring a single portion of her meticulously designed outfit. Of course. I should have expected as such.
KANAYA: Rose Please You Are Being Quite Insufferable At The Moment I Didnt Knock Over The Makeup Table On Purpose As Some Manner Of Protest Or What Have You
ROSE: Of course not. I just agreed with you, darling. Now please do divulge the salacious secrets of you troubled subconscious. Inquiring minds demand to know.
KANAYA: You Just Stated That You Agreed With Me And Yet You Continue To Insist It Wasnt An Accident
ROSE: I've said nothing further in argument in regards to the matter of the makeup table. We've quite moved on from that thread of discourse. This is just a general "what's up yo you be looking like shit" as our dear, Dave Strider might say.
>Kanaya: Weigh options. Run away or do what you meant to do when you knocked over the table
Rose: Go see what has worked Kanaya into such a tizzy.(FILL: TEAM Dolorosa<3Mindfang)
ROSE: Might I inquire as to why our backroom is currently in a far more disheveled state than is the norm? If you can't stand the typical state of this place I can't imagine that you'd be complacent with it's current appearance. So do tell me, Kanaya. What on earth has possessed you into knocking over the makeup table?
KANAYA: I Regret To Inform You Rose That I Have Not Knocked Over The Makeup Table Knowingly It Was An Accident
ROSE: An accident from the woman who color coordinates her mechanical pencils and can waltz through a crowd of unruly teens without marring a single portion of her meticulously designed outfit. Of course. I should have expected as such.
KANAYA: Rose Please You Are Being Quite Insufferable At The Moment I Didnt Knock Over The Makeup Table On Purpose As Some Manner Of Protest Or What Have You
ROSE: Of course not. I just agreed with you, darling. Now please do divulge the salacious secrets of you troubled subconscious. Inquiring minds demand to know.
KANAYA: You Just Stated That You Agreed With Me And Yet You Continue To Insist It Wasnt An Accident
ROSE: I've said nothing further in argument in regards to the matter of the makeup table. We've quite moved on from that thread of discourse. This is just a general "what's up yo you be looking like shit" as our dear, Dave Strider might say.
>Kanaya: Weigh options. Run away or do what you meant to do when you knocked over the table