Rosalind's Orphanarium: A Brickerton RPG. *You are a MADEMOISELLE monster.*

[Tragic.]
"How are you still alive?" Grumbled Blythe. "Sausage? How?" I asked.

"Sausages are weird. Therefore I have to blame them for everything."

"I'm not following." I furrowed my brow. "Nice logic." Grumbled Blythe.

"You're old; you wouldn't understand."

"Yeah, 11 is ancient. Might as well be dead. You are 6 so you obviously know everything..." Blythe said sarcastically. I frowned. "I don't appreciate that."

Rebekah
I walk back in from the boring carnival. My mouth gaps. "What're you doing?" I ask the three, looking at the singed pillow and the burning fireplace.

We turned and looked at the voice. "What does it look like?" Snapped Blythe. "We're getting warm!" I said happily.

"I'm drying my pillow." I pushed it closer to the fireplace.

Rebekah
"Well try not to burn anything next time." I grumble walking off to the kitchen and grabbing a ripe banana and walking back into the room. I sit in a big chair in the corner next to the fireplace and eat the banana.

"If it lights on fire again I'm going to light you on fire." Said Blythe. "No you won't." "Hm... It would be quite a mess." She tapped her chin.

Rebekah
I laugh. "Good luck with that, Shorty." I say, placing my banana peel on the chair arm to throw away later.

"Who you calling Shorty, Blondie?" Hissed Blythe. "Blythee!" I groaned.

"Fight! Fight!" I cheered.

Rebekah
I lean back in the chair and cross my arms. "Just because I'm blonde, doesn't mean I'm any worse than you. Plus blonde hair is way more attractive than that mess of your's." I say shrugging

[I just remembered Blythe is a towhead. -_- Oops.]
"No, it doesn't." She smirked. "I'm certainly worse than you. I don't care how my hair looks just as long as I can smack you down. Which I can. Let's go, princess." "Blytheeee please!" I groaned.