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[handleyourshit]

  


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

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[hippie_ninja]

"Yeah. As a rule following strange lights is a bad idea so I didn't either. But I followed someone who was. They ended up at the beach. It was bad." For most people it would be bad. "They made confessions."

[handleyourshit]

"I mean, I know better normally, but these were..."

She shakes her head. Doesn't matter, didn't happen.

"That's all?"

[hippie_ninja]

"One person drowned." Jesus couldn't do anything about it, and he hates that. But he wasn't going to get dragged in himself. "Because he wouldn't."

[handleyourshit]

She nods, slowly. Thoughtful.

It was a close call, but she can live with that.

"They were following the water at Creekside. Then I was looking for Caden, and we saw some after I found him. He kept me from following it."

[hippie_ninja]

"What made you want to follow it?" He can picture her out at the beach. He can picture her screaming out her confessions, each one torn from her by necessity.

[handleyourshit]

"I thought - I thought it would feel better, if I did. It made me feel worse. Every stupid, emotional, shitty thought I've ever had, all the things I did back home. It dug them up, then it felt like a promise that I'd feel better if I went with them."

But Rosita is practical to the bone. She knows there's no easy answer for all the shit that lives in her head.

[hippie_ninja]

It had started to do that to him. He ran. But he runs; Rosita fights.

"How did Caden stop you?"

[handleyourshit]

"He grabbed hold of me, and wouldn't let me get any closer. That last time, in the city when I was already wound up, I had to close my eyes to stop looking at them and he lead me away from them."

Maybe he saved her. Maybe she would have snapped out of it herself like she did the other times, but maybe not.

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm glad," he says softly. No one should be forced to dig those things up.

"I like him. He doesn't want me to, but I do. I'm not surprised you're getting through to him."

[handleyourshit]

"He asked me to sign a contract with him."

She's not surprised by anything Jesus says, so she goes ahead and offers that.

"Sought me out and said I was the only Dominant here he could stand the thought of trying with."

[hippie_ninja]

That surprises him so much he actually laughs. "He did?"

This is a victory. "No one can resist you, Rosita. Every gay man in the city is safe with you."

[handleyourshit]

She spreads her hands, the picture of resigned responsibility and innocence.

"What can I say? Queen Beard, that's me."

[hippie_ninja]

The look he gives her is earnestly affectionate though, and he pulls her into a hug. "I'm proud of you."

Even if he wants to find her a Sub who will pamper her the way she deserves, too.

[handleyourshit]

She's not expecting that, but Jesus is one of very few people who can get away with it without being in any danger whatsoever.

She laughs, hugging back, but: "What? I didn't do anything."

[hippie_ninja]

"You did. I think he needs people more than, well, most people here." Specifically because Caden seems to bristle at the idea.

"Besides. I've decided you could use a little more casual affection in your day. So: I'm being casually affectionate with you."

Maybe he needs it, too, and she's the safest person in his life for it.

whoops pretend she said Magpie earlier

[handleyourshit]

"You're trying to make me soft," she accuses, but she squeezes him before she lets go, and there's something easier in her expression after.

"He offered to help out here. Guess he used to do construction back home."

[hippie_ninja]

"So we're going to put him right to work," Jesus grins. "What will you have him help with first?"

[handleyourshit]

"He wants to clear the crap out of here," she answers, gesturing around them.

"And put in some windows and doors. I didn't really talk to him about it. We were both pretty edgy at the time."

[hippie_ninja]

"Understandable." He's smirking though and finally admits, "He's afraid to connect to people but he's going to be one of ours, isn't he? I'm excited for him."

[handleyourshit]

"He thinks he doesn't need anyone because he's had the luxury of doing that," she agrees. It's different from actually not needing anyone.

"But I think the fact that he actually said, word for word, that I was the only one he could stomach means that yes. He's probably one of ours."

[hippie_ninja]

"You're turning into me," he teases. "Just watch, soon you'll be bringing home all the refugees."

[handleyourshit]

"No the fuck I won't," she snorts.

"And no the fuck I'm not. I just failed to discourage this one from following me back."

[hippie_ninja]

"He never wanted to follow anyone home until he met you," he retorts with a smirk. "Soon you'll be networking communities and breaking into libraries just like me."

[handleyourshit]

"Well, have you met me?" she teases, that flippant brand of cocky arrogance she wraps around her like a shield sometimes.

Then she asks, much more seriously: "Is that what you want?"

[hippie_ninja]

"No. Then I'd be obsolete." He smiles at her, nudges her foot with his. "I like you being careful about who we bring in. I haven't been wrong about anyone yet, but no one is right all the time. I'll make a mistake one of these days, and you'll catch it."