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[handleyourshit]

  


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

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[hippie_ninja]

"You like most of the guys I'm seeing. That's actually a relief. I'm afraid of what'll happen when I bring one home you hate." Which could happen. Jesus trusts so much more readily than she does.

[handleyourshit]

"From your track record so far, I'm going to assume that you won't let me," she huffs at him. She didn't like any of them at first. She doesn't like anyone at first.

"But probably stab him."

[hippie_ninja]

"Try not to," he says, dry, with a little twist of a smile.

And, more carefully, "What do you think of Midnighter?"

[handleyourshit]

"Hey, I can't help it. Instincts are instincts."

She has not stabbed anyone she hasn't meant to, as far as anyone here knows.

"Haven't talked to him."

[hippie_ninja]

That's a neutral assessment. That's good.

"You should. I'm going to be helping him run the Submissives resource center. And he lost Scott so...I think he's going to be at Broken Hollow more often."

[handleyourshit]

She blinks.

"I didn't know Scott was gone." She eyes him a bit more closely, because she knows that he was closer to the man than she was - not that it's hard.

[hippie_ninja]

He cracks under her scrutiny. "I miss him," he admits, but it's not all out heartache he's expressing. He's lost too many people to fall apart now.

"I'm going to help Midnighter run the resource center. We'll keep that going. Scott would want that."

[handleyourshit]

Something in her expression softens, too. They lose over and over and over again but it still hurts. It just can't become crippling again.

"I volunteered a bit there when I got here. Now I don't think you'd want me around, probably."

[hippie_ninja]

"People might not want a SIN guard around but I could use Rosita Espinosa's ideas," he says, shaking his head.

[handleyourshit]

"Those are yours whenever you want - just try to stop me." As if anyone could.

She picks up her pencil again, and starts sketching on the paper she's supposed to be painting on.

"What's the problem?"

[hippie_ninja]

"I don't know how to run it and neither does M. We're both sort of waiting for someone to tell us what to do with it only I don't know if he'll accept anyone else taking charge. Maybe me, but..." He doesn't want to be in charge.

"It'll be okay. I know mostly what Scott intended with it."

[handleyourshit]

"What do you mean, you don't know how to run it?" she echoes, not derogatory, but confused.

"It's just like a community. Bring resources in, inventory them, distribute them back out."

[hippie_ninja]

He sighs, fondly. "You make it sound so easy. You and Maggie and Rick always made it look so easy to run things."

He's seen Rosita run training groups.

[handleyourshit]

"I never ran the community," she reminds him. "Just my little piece of it."

Whatever her mission was, whatever she was assigned to, Michonne left her alone to run it and that's how she liked it.

"We'll go by sometime if you want, and I can see if anything jumps out at me."

[hippie_ninja]

"I'd like that. It's got a good start, I just feel like it could do more. Reach more people." That, of course, is what he's good at: reaching people.

[handleyourshit]

"Well that's not running it. That's expanding it," she points out, but she's not surprised. That's what Jesus always does.

But she sighs: "You know your friend told me I should consider thinking of us more like a guild than a community?" Not in so many words, but it was the point he was trying to get through to her.

[hippie_ninja]

"He's here talking to you without me, I think he qualifies as our friend now," Jesus smirks. He's pleased they get along, relieved they've bonded even if the reason that happened was the cruel joke the Creator pulled.

"What's the difference between a community and a guild?"

[handleyourshit]

"Apparently a guild can have a guild house, but mostly everyone is off doing their own thing towards a common goal," is what she took away from it, mostly.

She ignores the our friend part.

"He also suggested I was the de facto leader."

[hippie_ninja]

"That might be what we have here," he admits. He's not sure how he feels about it, though. He likes having his own space; it's one reason he doesn't live with Drake. But he also misses the Hilltop sometimes.

And he knows how badly Rosita misses Alexandria.

"Why don't you call Vrenille a friend?"

[handleyourshit]

She sighs.

"He is. We are." She's not trying to deny that part and she wouldn't. They went through something together.

He did his best to help Jesus. She won't ever forget that. "I'm just still working out what to even do with that."

[hippie_ninja]

He gives her a curious look. "Why do you have to do something with it? Why can't it just be?"

[handleyourshit]

It earns him a confused look in return.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

[hippie_ninja]

He shakes his head. "What do you need to figure out in order to be his friend?"

[handleyourshit]

"How to act," she answers, like it should be obvious.

"And don't look at me like that. I know, alright? I'm just... still working shit out here."

[hippie_ninja]

"He already likes you," Jesus says, but with a certain warmth. "And Carver. And me. He likes survivors, no matter how hard it is for us sometimes."