I swab some lavender paint, hesitating to lay it down on the canvas. Just as I reach over to my phone, there’s the sound of one of the doors opening. —And then, the door to my painting nook.I call Rose "frustrating" because, while I do like him, I sometimes feel like I’m Niko while writing his scenes – it feels like I’m trying to pull any kind of information out of him with little to no avail, just like Niko. I hope by the end though we’re able to see Rose’s true colors!
Rose “Ah—”
Niko “Oh.”
As probably the last person I thought I’d see, Rose steps in the warehouse room. Just as quickly as he stepped in, he looks like he’s about to run off again.
Niko “What are you doing here?”
Rose “I—”
Rose “I got turned around...”
How do you get so lost to end up here?!
Niko “What were you looking for?”
Rose “...The script reading rooms.”
Wow. I know this studio can be confusing to navigate, but that’s a whole new level.
Niko “That’s...kinda far away...”
Niko “W-Wait, I didn’t mean to laugh!”
Rose tries to hide his face and shut the door, but I quickly reopen it. I’m not good enough at giving directions so he’ll definitely be lost if I don’t help him.
Niko “Do you have to be there immediately?”
Rose “...No?”
Niko “Well, if you’ll give me a minute to clean up then I can walk you down there.”
Rose “...”
Rose “...Sure.”
He says everything with a careful pause.
