Her

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Rosalina stood next to Noah watching his every move as he washed the dishes. At one point she offered to help just so things would go faster, but he regretted it. Rosalina was starting to get annoy purely by how slow he was going, but a loud thump reminded her to keep her mouth shut. The tension in the room was off putting and neither of them were speaking. Only the sound of water running and the occasion sound of fighting upstairs. It was an eerie situation, watching an aggressive person handle dinner plates with more care than people with the sound of Lily's struggle.
Rosalina was snapped out of her thoughts by the sink water stopping. Noah quietly dried his hands before leaning against the sink and turning to look towards Rosalina.
"Would you like to watch something?" He asked sweetly. Noah came off almost nervous as he refused to make eye contact with her. Rosalina wanted to say no with all her heart, but watching a movie sounded better than going upstairs where lily and Quinn were. Before she had a caught to agree Noah was leading her into a new room, this one was more decorated then the others. The living room had character, it wasn't just the basics it looked like it had been professionally decorated. The walls were painted a medium wall with two being a darker grey. The floor was hard wood with a large rug and the couches were the same grey color. Noah motioned for her to sit and stop staring, a demand she listened to. The once dark room was lit up by the small TV as it showed a logo Rosalina didn't know. The letters didn't look those of English either.