Caroline Sylvianne | Echo
Echo squinted her eyes a bit to read what Picasso wrote on the black napkin, "I will only believe such thing if~ he were to inform me himself...and even then he'd have to prove it to me as well." She read out loud, almost as if she wanted to let Mime hear the response of Picasso. Echo looked back at Picasso and pouted under her mask, "Eh? Picasso~ You don't really mean that don't you? I mean both of you can't even talk so how in the world can he-oh~ I get it." Her eyes glint with mischievousness, "A love letter~" But she immediately grabbed her by the shoulders, "But guys are not like that anymore! That was the past and this is the twenty-first century! If you want a guy, then you have to make the first move! The species of men who makes the first move is-"
Echo fell from the height of four feet above the ground because her narcolepsy kicked in. She laid there on the floor sleeping...then she woke up after ten minutes of sleeping. A small yawn escaped her lips, "I hate it when my narcolepsy kicks in." She stood up and patted her clothes. Once again, she flew a feet from the ground and looked at Picasso, "As I was saying, those types of men do not longer exist. If there were, then they're taken or gay." Her eyes suddenly spotted the buffet table and zoomed in the appetizing macaroons, she felt her mouth water. Echo looked back at Picasso and bowed like a gentleman on the air, "Well, my lady, I must bid farewell for the moment. Now if you may excuse me, I have to conceal myself from the society."
With that she flew towards the macaroons and grabbed a handful and went underneath the covered table, "Alone at last." She said as she removed her mask and ate the macaroons in delight.