Re: Penthouse Level: 12:00 am
She frowned at the briars, especially when the thorns kept Rosalie from petting Daniel. That just wasn't very nice, was it? She knew it was Daniel, but the fact that it wasn't Daniel was just as prevalent in her mind, and she stood on tiptoes to try to look over the thorns better.
"Rose, make the thorns go away now, honey," she said, as if this was intentionally done, because they were very obviously Rosalie's thorns. Then she turned her head, and she looked at Vlad (who wasn't going to eat them, because he was Vlad and not a wolf at all), and back at Daniel. "You shoulda let us meet you in the lobby, fool man," she chastized, but even that was done with a curious look as she tried to wind her hand through the thorns. They wouldn't budge for her, and she sulked.
"Vlad, make the thorns leave," she ordered a moment later. "All your dead folk are screaming loud as the dickens in your apartment, and I can't make them be quiet."