Who: Art & Rarity When: Sept 27 Where: Rarity's What: Art consoles Rarity Rating: Mild, Art is mad Closed Ongoing
Rarity wait patiently for Art to arrive, feeding the recently awoken baby in her lap. Tony hadn't left too long ago, perhaps an hour or so, and the woman still felt as if her hands were shaking from the rush of the confrontation. She had hated every minute of that conversation, until Tony had agreed to let her keep the baby. More or less, she had put out of her mind the things they had said after that. Rarity knew in her heart she should have just agreed and let it go, not bringing up the way he had contacted her in the first place, but it had bothered her greatly. To think a man would speak to her--anyone--that way. Ah, well, it was in the past.
Sighing softly, Rarity tucked her legs up underneath herself as she pressed comfortably into the sofa, Charlie sucking at his bottle contently, big eyes looking up at the woman. She smiled before looking up at what she thought may have been the elevator ring on the level.