Rosana dazedly stared at the teacher, her sharpened ruby eyes mirroring the edge of her teacher's gaze.
Then a smile burst out from her smooth red lips.
"You seem troubled, Miss Samantha. May I help?"
Samantha raised a brow, the presence she felt earlier growing fainter and fainter.
[ Rizzler's Distance: 23 -> 24 -> 26 m ]
Though as she shot a glare at one side, that presence halted its disappearance, as if entirely in guilt of something.
"Pft-"
A chuckle almost escaped Mel's lips, imagining an old man with a mustache scared out of his wits.
With Rizzler's speed, he could've easily snuck out, but chose to stay instead and earn ire from Miss Samantha.
'Did the teacher's glare remind Rizzler of his wife's?'
Mel's golden eyes softened, her hands beginning to lock tighter with Rosana's.
"Teacher." She tilted her head. "Don't frown at my Rosana so much!"
Mel puffed out her chest; the black nun did not try to hide her fullness.
