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[handleyourshit]

  


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

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[handleyourshit]

She brings a hand up automatically to push his away, turns it at the last moment into a light swat instead of something more defensive though her smirk never wavers.

"Running," she insists, but it's light. "Let's go shopping and grab some lunch."

[hippie_ninja]

"I need something to wear to the next party. It'll probably be Halloween themed." A little grimace. Going out around people dressed as monsters is going to be a trial.

[handleyourshit]

"You need a lot of things to wear," Rosita snorts, and dumps both their glasses before dropping them into the dish washer.

"Come on. Tell me what your last Halloween costume was, or I'm dressing you as a Care Bear."

[hippie_ninja]

"Oh, God," he sort of huffs a laugh at the idea.

"I think I went as a new vampire. Marks on the neck, cheap fangs. A cape." He hadn't been trying to win any contests. "My boyfriend went as Frankenstein's monster, another friend went as the mummy. What about you?"