Shes... sewing? Her hands are moving quickly as she sticks the needle through clothing. She's making herself another outfit.

[ staring at fang. Staring.. she's just watching him. ]

She's squinting. Getting defensive. " Why's it any of your business? She's my kid. " A low growl leaves her lips, she's not gonna give him a straight answer.

// Dess approaching scourge and Point Blank telling him he's her dad and asking for child support .

Confused blink, she looks like she's been asked the stupidest question ever. " ..yeaaah? M'lil munchkin. I got a daughter. " She says it like it should be obvious.

[ Sighs.. ] I miss m'lil girl... [ grumbling to herself ]

// NO BECAUSE YOURE RIGHT. SHE IS MENTAL. SHE DID IT BECAUSE SHE WANTED A PIECE OF SCOURGE. She didn't care HOW she got it, but she wanted a piece of him. That's how her daughter came to be.

// Rosy has a daughter.. .... and then I smile evilly. Rosy obsessed with scourge so badly that either the usage of her DNA and his, and a few friends in high places (mad scientists) she was able to have a daughter who has both of their DNA, without ever actually having a relationship with him.

// what if I dropped the bomb that Rosy has a daughter. Then what.

Hmmm... [ For a moment, her hammer is forgotten, rubbing her chin and thinking, her other hand resting on her dress. ] Hm.. sure why not. I haven't had a drink since... shoot. I can barely remember! [ if fiona isn't with Scourge anymore.. maybe she can indulge in something different for once. ]

// ermmm 1 like = one hc abt rosy

[ Hammer slamming against the ground, causing a dent in the rough rock and dirt below ] OH NO YA DON'T. YA GET BACK HERE SCOURGEY. I GOT /BONES/ TA PICK WITH YA. [ She's advancing, each step is a harsh click of her heels. She's a girl on a mission ]

[ blinking, fixing her stance, her heels clicking against the ground as she stands upright. ] Ain't ya scourgey's gal or somethin? Why do'ya wanna get drinks?

// Rosy looking older and way more dangerous makes me giggle She looks exactly like amy but crazier.

[ standing like a unhinged rabid dog ready to kill ]

Ohhhh SCOURGEY~.ᐟ Where are ya GOOOIN~.ᐣ.ᐣ are ya leavin sweet ol rosy alone.ᐣ how RUDE. [ a snarl leaves her. Her hammer swinging crazily. ]

Oohh is that Scourgey~? I haven't seen that face in AGEEESSSS... Hhehe.. I wonder how my hammer will feel hitting him HARD.

Swinging her hammer, humming to herself. A smile on her face as she does so.

:)

「HER⠀SWEET⠀PASSION.ᐟ」 TRUE!!! /silly Ill shoot over a starter soon. I have to do some intense packing, but I will be coming to interact with you

「HER⠀SWEET⠀PASSION.ᐟ」 FANG????

「HER⠀SWEET⠀PASSION.ᐟ」 Raises my hand all silly like I will take this offer and hand you an equally insane(not scared) hedgehog to you

⠀ ⠀ dragging her hammer behind her. A low hum leaves her lips as she walks. ⠀ ⠀bored, bored, bored! She's soo bored! ⠀ ⠀she needs to find someone, maybe scourgey? Or someone more interesting.. ⠀ ⠀hmm.. in a moment of quick thinking, she tosses her hammer. Whoever it hits will be her new playmate!

「HER⠀SWEET⠀PASSION.ᐟ」 Anyone up for a starter to be thrown at them?

「HER⠀SWEET⠀PASSION.ᐟ」 Mildly curious, who wants the nutcase.

" don't care who ya are~ ya look like Sancty, someone i wanna SMASH! " A Snarl leaves the pinkette, her hammer slams into the ground as she fixes her dress, her heels clicking against the rock. " So let me smash ya.ᐟ it'll do me some gooood~ hehehehAHAHAHA.ᐟ" Her laughter is maniacal, not the

// Rosy now looks extremely similar to Amy. She's not the cute Rosy anymore. She's a full-fledged Rascal. She looks like her icon!

Bold of him to assume he can do that, she's not the small little rosy everyone remembers. Her legs reach, and they reach far. Who cares if she falls when he lets go. From her Manic laughter? She doesn't.

[ Stretching, her quills are a bit messy, but sleep does that to ya. ] Hn... gooood morning~♡ [ she mumbled out to seemingly no one, happily running a hand through her quills to fix her hair. ]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ yawwwn she's bored out of her mind.. there's nothing to do.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙂𝙤𝙙! ⠀ ⠀ 𝙄𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚! ⠀ ⠀ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣' 𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙨 ⠀ ⠀ 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 ⠀ ⠀ 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙.ᐟ ⠀ ⠀