[With the rain and the room, Rouge had to spread her wings out (not technically) of the room. From the elevator, she came out and made her way to the lobby. She brushed her white bangs aside as her hand rested on her hip. For a weather like this, it deserves tea, something warm. Rouge's hand dropped from her forehead down to her waist. After she made an order, they delivered it out to her. With a nod, she said her thanks and walked off with her cup. As she taken a sip, her foot tripped on the carpet followed with a tipped cup. To where? A person? Or the papers he had with him.]
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