*damn you and your "questions" and your wanting the things she says to be verifiable facts* *it especially throws her off when you smile that cute smile*
Well...I've gotten sort of used to being on my own? *(and that, at least, is not stretching the truth so much)* So I thought it'd be a good idea for me to learn to take care of myself, too.
you don't have posters of him, too?
*noncommittally* He's okay, I guess? I don't have his CDs or anything. Plus it's kind of hard to fangirl somebody who calls you "your highness".
*catches sight of the clock at the end of the hall and shifts her weight to the other foot a little nervously* *bites her lip and frowns, not so much because she's more or less inventing an identity for herself here (she's used to that, too) but because she doesn't particularly want to lie to you (you seem really nice)*
Shit. I really have to go. I was supposed to go back to the cage ages ago. *smiles genuinely* Now you know where the fountain is.