Tuesday, so what is it then? Week two, I think?

TheBlueAlienRobotZombie: She's obsessed with a ton of things.

crazycarl364: The incentive she has already is practically overkill.

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.14 The Purse

A handbag, also purse or pouch in American English, is a handled medium-to-large bag that is often fashionably designed, typically used by women, to hold personal items such as wallet/coins, keys, cosmetics, a hairbrush, pepper spray, abook, contraceptives, or a mobile phone.


Nate finds himself five seconds from getting his chest sliced open by one of Rosa knives after she misunderstands what he's saying, but a saving grace comes in at the last minute to save him.

It's her mother.

Her voice aggravates her, to her, it's an interruption she didn't want barging in on her time. But regardless, she doesn't want to hear her needless bitching should she refuse to pay attention to her again, so she drops everything to go downstairs and see what the fuss is about.

She warns him to stay right where he is.

The door slams shut rather loudly, even more evidence that the girl isn't at all fond of her parents, perhaps they just don't share that good of a bond with each other.

The boy is briefly reminded of his own mother, she's one of those sweet, caring mothers, a little doting yes, but her heart is in the right place.

He could sincerely do without the constant mom-kisses on the forehead though.

Again, stuck in Rosa's room with the orders of not going anywhere.

His eyes dart around the room, desperately looking for something of interest that could buy his attention until she gets back. Unfortunately, he sees nothing but boring dreck and the like.

Until his eyes settle on her purse, that is.

The boy has been going through her stuff a lot and lot of times lately, so he asks himself "What's one more time going to hurt?". Shifting his eyes back to the door to ensure that she isn't there or about to come in, he makes his way to the purse.

He is not surprised by the amount of cutlery.

Curious, he brushes through the "defense" weaponry to look at just what she carries all damn day. His searches reward him with gum, her Xtransceiver, a small mirror, more knives, and...

He takes out what resembles a magic wand. Intrigued even further, he observes the item until he discovers that a lone button is on the rod.

He pushes it.

And it begins to vibrate with a low hum.

"Oh my..."