Taking the open invitation Annabelle made her way into the kitchen that contained two males, her steps slowed and mirroring her nervousness. She stood before them, resisting the urge to fiddle uselessly with her fingers or commit some other gesture which would belie her slight insecurities from being in a new setting. "I'm Annabelle," she state in response to his inquiry of her name, the words coming out strong as opposed to shy and meek. "It's a pleasure to meet you both. What are your names?"
Waiting for them to respond she forced herself to act boldly, ending her awkward standing about by pulling up a chair and sitting upon it. With a soft smile upon her face she laced her fingers and lay them on the table before her, feet swinging from her slightly short stature and making her smile even further. It was the little things that amused this girl, and gave joy to her odd little life. "Would it be terrible if I mooched some breakfast off of you? My band mates are still knocked out I believe." She bit her lip, bright eyed as she waited for, hopefully, a positive response. "I'll make it up to you somehow, do dishes or whatnot!" she added, her stomach's growling inspiring her to be overly generous to strangers it would seem. Or perhaps that was just Annabelle, being, well, Annabelle
My b r e a t h e s are my n o t e s,
and my s i l e n c e my b e a t s.