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

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[handleyourshit]

"Well, and you still have your nose," she adds, straight-faced.

[hippie_ninja]

He grins. Okay and that. It's a clear sign. "What is the most angry I've ever made you?"

[handleyourshit]

She hums thoughtfully.

"You remember two summers ago, when you kept talking Siddiq into staying just one week longer?" They hadn't been talking for about a year before that, and Rosita had shown up and dragged him back to Alexandria.

"I was sure you were angling to keep him permanently."

[hippie_ninja]

"Well." A pause. "Not permanently, we all needed a doctor. But I like him. It was nice having someone around who agreed with most of my ideas for a change."

[handleyourshit]

"Yes, but I still wanted to pull your teeth out through your nose," she says.

But she can also admit: "It wasn't all you. There was a lot of shit going on. A section of wall we were fixing had collapsed and killed three people, half our corn crop had parasites and we were working to save the rest, and Red had a heart attack in his sleep and bit Tyson and Mo before we knew it."

[hippie_ninja]

"I'm glad it wasn't all me. I don't want to piss people off. You, especially." He nudges her leg playfully.

[handleyourshit]

"Yeah," she heaves an exaggerated sigh: "I'd hate to ruin your good looks."

She folds her arms across herself and curls closer, eyes closed.

"This is nice."

[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."