Silhouette discussion

(Individual bedrooms for everyone!)

"That's what she said," Alastair couldn't contain it as he and Rosalina walked into the hall. What with 'cocky' and 'amazing views' it was simply waiting to happen. It was her fault for saying it, but it was his fault for not wearing anything underneath his pants, his fault for thinking that way.

Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes once again, laughing. "It is that's what she said, because I meant it the way you thought it." She spoke lowly, chewing on her bottom lip gently before looking down the hallway. "So, which is yours, little boy?" She inquired, teasing his maturity.

Alastair chuckled, and looked down the hall. "It's this one, on the left." He gestured through his ripped pocket toward a door that was fastly shut, and he walked toward it.

Rose smiled and then nodded and walked over, letting go of his arm and then bit her lip. "Is it locked, or no?" She asked, willing to open it for him since he had to keep his pants up, that would be a little awkward, no?

"It should be. I trust the people in here enough." He shrugged, stepping back as he watched her with a smile.

"I don't." She told him quietly, flashing him a smile before she stepped forward and opened his door, taking the curtecy of walking in first before letting him through, shutting the door behind him.

Alastair let out a breath, not really that mortified, but how thinking he shouldn't have tried to cover up. That was a good idea, right? He shrugged before dropping his trousers and walking to the closet.

NEVERMIND

Rose bit her lip when he dropped his trousers and, only because it was polite, she glanced away, instead focusing on her carefully manicured fingernails. "I must ask, do all women witness you breaking your pants?" Her tone nothing but teasing and a little sarcastic.

Alastair chuckled, "Only the ones I like," he joked, when in all reality, the ripping of his beloved trousers had never happened before. He found another pair he liked hanging up neatly, and pulled them on before turning back to her.

Rose rolled her eyes faintly, smiling over at him. "Well, you sure know how to make it obvious." She rebutted, smoothing down her dress at the hip a little. She glanced down at his pants and smiled a little, "Are you certain about wearing such pants? Aren't you afraid to repeat history?"

"Well, do you want me to wear a skirt or something?" Alastair winked as he tightened the belt and looked up.

"I might have something that'll fit you quite nicely," Rose giggle quietly, glancing around his room.

"Oh, I'd love to try it on," Alastair batted his eyelashes. "I just hope it's my color."

"Honey, I have every colour you can think of." She told him, smirking slightly.

"Oh, good." Alastair pretended to sigh with relief. "You can help me find my color."