Atlas' eyes lit up. "You don't know what you're missing! People from all over come to Comic Cons dressed as characters from books and shows to buy merchandise, meet authors of their favorite books and comics, compete in competitions, and meet other fans. Some people who are friends over the internet sometimes go to the same comic cons to meet each other…" Atlas was clearly ecstatic about this. It had been something he had been looking forward to but he had forgotten it in the light of recent events. He was bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet like a giddy child.
Rosa watched him bounce. “So… so are we going to one of those, too? It sounds…. busy. Full of people…”
Atlas stopped bouncing. "I- uh- we don't have to…" He scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry. I got a little too air-headed there."
Rosa’s tail flicked around slowly. “Um… we can if you want..?”
Atlas brightened for a second but then became a little wary. "Are you comfortable with that..?"
Rosa shrugged. “It is what Master Atlas wants.” She flicked her tail. She knew Fathe wouldn’t let her go unless Atlas wanted.
Atlas thought about it. "Ok. We'll go!" He grinned. "But if you ever feel uncomfortable, you tell me. Got it?"
Rosa’s tail flicked again and she nodded. “I’ll tell Father once we get the chance.”
Atlas nodded then looked back at the clothes. "In the mean time, I've got an idea." He scooped up all the clothes and put them neatly back. He took her hand and said, "Let's go back to my room. I need something there." He started walking back.
Rosa’s tail twitched and she nodded. “Um… okay, Master Atlas.” She closed her hand around his, looking nervous and rather taken aback.
They quickly arrived in his room, where he let her hand go and started going through his luggage throwing things onto the large, four-poster bed that was supposedly his, before pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants. He held them against her by the waist band, trying to judge if they'd fit. He nodded quickly before he started rummaging in his trunks again. He asked over his shoulder, "Do you mind getting me a large sewing needle with a spool of thread, gray if you have it, and some scissors please?"
Rosa’s tail twitched a little, blinking. “Er… er… Master Atlas, please, let Father or I do that. Please.” She took the sweatpants.
Atlas took them back. "No, this is something I do for fun. I enjoy it. I promise." He smiled. "It'll be fun trying to make a hole for a tail. I've never done that before."
Rosa let him take them back. “Is Master Atlas sure? We-we can do it, I assure you.” She flicked her tail.
Atlas nodded. "Yeah. I'm sure. I sewed all the time back when I lived with my father. I loved to make clothes for my one friend…" he drifted off into silence before asking again, "Can you get what I asked for then please?"
Rosa’s tail flicked over the floor and she nodded. “Of course, Master Atlas.” She bowed slightly and hurried out of the room, to find her father and ask him for a spool and thread.
Atlas continued to dig into his trunks until he pulled out a large blue college hoodie. "She should be comfortable in this." He said aloud to himself.
Rosa skidded outside, curling her ears and tail up to shield from the rain as she went out to find Cosmo.
“Father! Father!” She called out, running around.
Cosmo perked up from his spot in the garden, penning up the the chickens for the night. "Over here Rosa!" he called out in his deep baritone.
Rosa looked over and hurried over neatly, tugging her skirt down.
“Father. Master Atlas requests a spool of thread, scissors and a needle.”
Cosmo finished putting the chickens away quickly. "There should be some next to my rocking chair in my room. But why does the Master want them?" he queried.
Rosa’s tail flicked over the ground unhappily, the fluffy fur getting slicked down and cold from the rain.
“I do not know.”
Cosmo shrugged. "Why don't you get him those, and I'll make dinner tonight while you attend to him."
Rosa nodded and bowed. “Okay, Father, thank you.” She hurried off out of the storm.
Cosmo shook his head a little, smiling slightly. "That girl…" he murmured as he walked off to go start dinner.
