Little Pink Riding Hood [Active]

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Character(s): Lottie, Wolf
Content: Lottie settles back into her townhouse and gets a gentleman caller. Who has a tail.
Setting: Promenade Terrace
Time: Week 29, Afternoon
Warnings: None

There were no words to describe the relief Lottie had felt when she opened the door to her old townhouse and found it empty of any new owners. A fine film of dust had accumulated on the furniture she'd bought the last time she was here, but other than that, the house was undisturbed. So though Charlotte LaBouff was forced to clean with her own two hands, a sense of peace and contentment settled in her heart. It was the feeling of being home.

Now she freshened up in her bedroom, sitting at the plain but serviceable wooden vanity. It didn't have gilded gold knobs and the mirror wasn't half as impressive as the one she had back in her own world, but she knew beggars couldn't be choosers. Why, some didn't have a vanity at all! Could you even imagine?

Dressed a deep pink sundress adorned with red ribbons, Lottie carefully curled her eyelashes with mascara. Mr. Wolf was coming and a lady had to look her best! Even if he wasn't a prince.

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[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Oh, Wolf simply couldn’t help it, after all a beautiful girl like Lottie deserves the compliments and flirtations. He smiled as she accepted the flowers with glee, simply basking in her cuteness. Wolf let her put a flower in his coat, puff out his chest for her. He wasn’t showing off his manliness or anything, no not at all… Ok so he was, but still! It’s absolutely necessary to show one is a man in situations like this, he’s pretty sure he read that in one of the books that psychiatrist told him to read.

Wolf followed her inside, closing the door behind him. Still as bouncy as he remembered her, he couldn’t help but grin. “Awwwooo, it’s good the have you back Lottie, did you meet anyone new since you came back?” Wolf grazed his fingers through his hair, and then he looked over at Lottie “Ah! Let me help you with that.”

Coming over to Lottie, Wolf reached around her and held his hands over her own. Guiding the flowers into the vase. Breathing in the air Wolf rolled his eyes in a little howl, “Such a sweet aroma.” He wasn’t talking about the flowers though.