>>13476129"I was lonely and I needed to call you so I could be not-lonely."
At first Rosa thinks nothing of the excuse, but then she realizes she's talking to a talking-Lombre, which by usual standards SHOULDN'T be the norm unless there's something supernatural going on.
"Wait wait wait....The Caller ID says Nate.....BUT YOU'RE A LOMBRE! DID YOU EAT NATE, ARE YOU A WANDERING POOR SCHMOE WHO STOLE HIS XTRANSCEIVER-WHO ARE YOU!?"
You groan and resort to pulling the elastic skin of the costume to authorize yourself, "It *is* me, Rosa, I'm just in disguise, I'm....SO-SO on mission progress. I'm *kinda* there, but kinda not. I mean, the whole reason I'm even doing this is for a paper weig-"
"Well then you better hurry up! Dinner is in...dinner is in....um.....SIX HOURS!~ Wait, six hours? FUCK I FORGOT TO PUT IN THE ROAST."
"W-Wait! Don't go yet! I'm so DEAD in this deadbeat town, everyone's a jackass!"
As fast as her inhumane hands can handle, Rosa quickly folds the laundry as fast as she can, "CAN'T TALK. BUSY. IF I DON'T PUT IN THE ROAST NOW IT WON'T BE READY BY DINNER AND IT'LL BE SHIT AND I'LL BE A SHIT MOM AND SHIT HOUSEWIFE- SHIT HOUSEWIFE OF THE YEAR AWARD!"
"Rosa, it's just roas-"
"IT'S THE PRINCIPAL OF THE THING, CUDDLEBUNS!...I-I don't want you to think my cooking is shit..." her yelling is accompanied by that eerie stare she does whenever she completely loses it. She's fuck-all serious about being perfect, after all, she was pretty much raised to be broken from the start.
"Uh, right. I'll try to be home by then."
