SPOILER!!: Well about time! ;)
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Originally Posted by
iBeJenn 
Bianca was flailing her arms and her legs. What did he think he was doing when he had picked her up like a Neanderthal?! "C-Squared?! DOWN. DOWN." Bianca did not like where she was at all. Except, once he had entered the room, she was put down.
Feet on the ground, she dusted herself off and straightened her clothes. "You, sir, are not eveeeeerrrr AAHHHHHH...." Bianca had just finished straightening herself off when he swung her around. WHAT WAS HE DOING?!
WAS HE OUT OF HIS MIND?!
Bianca made sure to hold tightly because she did not want to accidentally be flung off into some deep dark corner. Plus, now she felt a little dizzy and all she saw were light-y thingies.
"C-Squared, no more randomly twirling and stuff. Give a girl a warning first." Seriously bro. Like... she did not want to get super dizzy and fall.
And then he was walking off to the wardrobe. OH LOOK CLOTHES.
"LET'S GET FOOD." she said, when she saw the table and beamed. Because who cared about clothes when there was a fancy table? PFFFT. They could dress fancy later.
Chance grinned, ignoring Beezey's yells. He was too involved in loving the fact that they had made the room behind the mirror, into the RoR. Now THAT was magical. Chance's fingers skimmed the clothes as he found a rather, weird, looking outfit. Ok, this was NOT the outfits he had thought he would be wearing, but they were fancy. Chance picked up one of the outfits and put it in front of him. Man, it was his size. He shook his head and put it back on the rack before hearing another yell from Beezey.
LETS GET FOOD!
Chance instantly perked up. Jogging to the table, he looked at it amazed. "
Okay, i think I may have just found my, right now, favorite place." Chance said looking at the fancy table. He sat down on the silk chairs and his mouth opened in awe. "
Let's just hope this food is as fancy as the looks." Chance said, his eyes going to the juicy looking turkey sitting in the middle of the table. He was a food....spectacularist, after all.
Feeling like he had to be extra fancy, Chance stood up and went over to where Beezey was. He winked at her before pulling her chair out and gesturing her to sit. "
My Beezey." He said with a slight bow and sucked in his breath so he wouldnt laugh. This wasnt his style at all. Then again, apparently, his style wasnt working either.