Re: The Runaway / The Confection
If she didn't want a roll, then she didn't want one. No skin off Buttercup's back. It wouldn't stop her from partaking herself. The offer stood, even as she relaxed back against the wall with the ease of a woman who owned the world and could be comfortable anywhere. What Buttercup found odd was the amount of makeup on glitter girl's face. There was no doubt that she was a choice fox, so there had to be another reason why this woman was a mirror warmer. Buttercup didn't touch makeup. If the world did not want to accept her as is, then she'd go somewhere else that would. Maybe wherever these train tracks ended.
"Outta sight, man." That glitter girl had a 'him'. The rest built another ball of guilt within her of how often she had been the one to disappear. She wondered if she had ever made enough of an impact on anyone that they would want to write a letter to her when she inevitably vanished like a wave in the ocean. "You think that'll smooth over flaking out? Having to leave without saying anything sounds like something gnarly happened. Or was it time for you to fly?" Buttercup didn't care where the train was ultimately going. Wherever it went was not where she had just been, and that was all that mattered. "I think we stopped because the man stopped the train." It was that simple. "We'll get going if someone starts it back up." Buttercup grinned down with a dare at glitter girl on the floor. "I don't suppose you'd dig making a trip up front to see if we can get this thing a-truckin'?"