[There's something about the childishness of being told that someone else's room is better than hers that reminds Shelly of Bobby. For someone that's lived in a trailer the past year or two, this place is like a palace. This other girl doesn't need to know that though. The less people here know about her and where she comes from, the better.]
Okay? Congratulations on your room.
[She says it with nothing but amusement, as she reclines back in bed with a stretch. Being here is weird as fuck, and she isn't sure if it's even real. But she's going to act as calm and collected as possible, because as long as he's here she's not having to deal with the shit show back home. ]
I better see it for myself so I can know what I'm missing out on.
[If it's better than what she has, then Shelly wouldn't ever forgive herself for not at least trying to sneak a peek of what the room looks like.
She moves out of bed slowly, arms stretching up above her head. If she's at all concerned about being in a slip of a nightgown around a stranger, it doesn't show. It's like a slumber party with strangers.]
welcome
Okay? Congratulations on your room.
[She says it with nothing but amusement, as she reclines back in bed with a stretch. Being here is weird as fuck, and she isn't sure if it's even real. But she's going to act as calm and collected as possible, because as long as he's here she's not having to deal with the shit show back home. ]
I better see it for myself so I can know what I'm missing out on.
[If it's better than what she has, then Shelly wouldn't ever forgive herself for not at least trying to sneak a peek of what the room looks like.
She moves out of bed slowly, arms stretching up above her head. If she's at all concerned about being in a slip of a nightgown around a stranger, it doesn't show. It's like a slumber party with strangers.]