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This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.

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[hippie_ninja]

"I'd hate that too. I skate by on these looks," he jokes, waving a hand over his face.

"I'm going to like having you so close by. I liked my old apartment but I felt so disconnected from everyone. I feel more at home here."

[handleyourshit]

"Good," she says, smiling. She means it.

"You can technically keep both, I think. Jacob had this place and the Manor when he was with Vrenille. But I wanted you to have this option."

[hippie_ninja]

He shakes his head. "I can't afford rent on two places and I won't ask Drake to foot the bill. I'll be happy out here."

[handleyourshit]

"Alright," she agrees, unwilling to push on this point, especially since he's staying where she'd prefer he did.

She rests her temple on his shoulder, eyes still closed.

"I still have a list for Creekside, but - I want to at least tint those fucking windows."

[hippie_ninja]

"The windows are a problem. Maybe I can get someone to magic them into being bullet proof." It's something, at least. He's sure it can be done.

[handleyourshit]

"And one way," she agrees, then remembers Vrenille's invisible gun.

"Or maybe spelled to look like solid walls. All three."

[hippie_ninja]

"So I can still look out?" He loves the view, dangerous as it is. "Yeah I like that. You should decorate it for me."

She's already picking a lot of his wardrobe.

[handleyourshit]

"We have a whole new set of stores to hit if you want that," she says, which is not a no by any means.

"Home decor is different than fashion."

[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah I'm even less versed in home decor than I am in fashion," he grimaces. "I've got maybe three items I'll be moving with me."