All the jarring and shouting and fire (fire?) are more than enough to shake Rose from her not-so-complacent sleep; as she rests briefly atop the pile, neither of them will see the shadow retreat from her face, and most of it clear from suddenly-wide eyes.
She doesn't have the physical control necessary to roll from their little pile yet, but she does it, all the same, bringing to pass what Tsuna went to all that trouble to avoid: Rose Lalonde, back on the ground. This time she's holding herself half-up on one arm, the other trying to grab a wand while she glares at them.]
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All the jarring and shouting and fire (fire?) are more than enough to shake Rose from her not-so-complacent sleep; as she rests briefly atop the pile, neither of them will see the shadow retreat from her face, and most of it clear from suddenly-wide eyes.
She doesn't have the physical control necessary to roll from their little pile yet, but she does it, all the same, bringing to pass what Tsuna went to all that trouble to avoid: Rose Lalonde, back on the ground. This time she's holding herself half-up on one arm, the other trying to grab a wand while she glares at them.]