Rouxls: Drinking, getting high and online shopping is very relatable
Rosalee: Yeah, I’m not mad anymore, if anything just really like… Tired. Oh, and Richard misses you, so theres that
Rouxls: … W H A T

Rouxls: You’re acting way older than you should and it’s kind of a mood killer
Rosalee: It really is, honestly. I need a wine spritzer
Rouxls: Alcohol? That was your best idea yet, have any more or is that the only thing you could come up with in the last like, seventeen years
Rosalee: … Ehhh- I’ve been kinda just drinking and like… Getting high and online shopping

Rosalee: Rosa, please.
Rouxls: Rosa? What are you, ninety?
Rosalee: No, I’m an adult, something you never became because you too busy guzzling wine and cum.
Rouxls: Oh, you expect me to believe that? You look like a bipedal pompom with anger issues and slutty clown makeup

Rouxls: *Appears, then sees Rosalee* Oh god, you’re still here, don’t you have another money tree to bark up, bitch?
Rosalee: Funny shit, I’m surprised you’re not covered in slime for once, was the football team busy or are you too cool now or whatever?

Rosalee: Listen, Princess, I’m not leaving until your whore of a father brings his ass down here and faces me like the man he’s supposed to be. Our kids miss him.

Rosalee: Yeah, not happening, I need him. It’s been years, I miss his pretty face. Also aren’t you like, five? Shouldn’t you use better language? I’m sure your father wouldn’t approve, well, if he could ever get the dicks out of his mouth, that is *Rolls her eyes*

Rosalee: *Putting on lipstick* Yeah, that’s not going down. Just let me talk to him for a second, that’s all I’ll need

Rouxls: Listen, I’m not gonna go, okay. I’ve dealt with that sleazy, greedy, money hungry, used up skank, okay? She just wanted me for my money, we dated for like a month, and all she did was ask for more money and more money and more money. The only reason we got so close to getting married was because my mother wanted it, okay? She’s. A. Bitch.

Rouxls: You don’t know that, maybe she will!

Rouxls: I WAS SEVENTEEN I DIDN’T WANNA GET MARRIED

Rouxls: … Stop being a little shit, and I’m not afraid afraid of women per se… She’s just… Mean

Rouxls: Women are scary-

Rouxls: *Hiding in the closet* …Tell her I died. And we were never married, she needs no divorce!

Rosalee: I like you, you remind me of myself. Now, *In the kind of voice you’d speak to a toddler in* Could you be a lamb and go get your daddy for me? I need to shove my heel up his lying, cheating, traitor ASS.

???: Technically, speaking, yes- Rosalee Rook… Princess of the fallen Chysse kingdom.

???: No, BECAUSE HE LEFT BEFORE THE DAMN THING HAPPENED, HE RAN AWAY FROM ME, WITH MY BROTHER!! AND I’M HERE FOR MY FUCKING REVENGE, THAT SLUT’S MOTHER ARRANGED IT AND I PLAN ON GETTING MY QUEENSHIP AND MY FUCKING MONEY

*The woman slams the door open with extreme force*
???: Okay, asshole, let me put it this way… HE RUINED MY LIFE. WE WERE MARRIED AND HE FUCKING RAN

???: DON’T WHO ME, I’M THE QUEEN, BITCH. ROUXLS KAARD’S WIFE.
*Rouxls squeaks and runs away immediately*

*It’s a very posh bitchy looking woman… She’s a Kaard, her skin is a soft baby pink and her hair is strawberry blonde, she has it up in a large bow ponytail with huge corkscrew curls, she looks half like a queen, half like a hooker. She’s fuming and stomping her foot angrily*
???: WHERE IS HE.

Rouxls: … You need a margarita.
*Someone bangs on the door*