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[handleyourshit]

  


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

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[handleyourshit]

I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.

Scary Spice.

[hippie_ninja]

[Hands up, don't hate him for this:] I only know Victoria. David Beckham was my type.

[His smile fades.]

I'm leaving my knife here. If you could come get it--make sure no one else steals it...

[handleyourshit]

I will.

Need me to head off anyone?

[hippie_ninja]

If it's gone before you get here, blame the housekeeper.

[handleyourshit]

How'd you get a housekeeper?

[hippie_ninja]

It's just what we call the spies in the Down apartments. They're locals who report on who has visitors, who doesn't come home at night. They might actually work here, cleaning the halls...?

[handleyourshit]

How about this - and, just stick with me to the end here.

You stay put, and I'll come get the knife from you now.

[hippie_ninja]

I'm going to prison. Are you sure you want to be seen with me right now?

[handleyourshit]

There hasn't been anyone born yet that could make me refuse to know you, Jesus.

[hippie_ninja]

[Dammit.] You're making me feel bad for worrying you, Rosita.

[handleyourshit]

Do you believe in it?

[hippie_ninja]

[This is bad luck talk. This is the sort of talk that makes him think of permanent goodbyes.

But she asked and he won't lie to her.]

Yes.

You know I- [bad luck talk. So he just lets it trail off. She knows he feels the same, doesn't she?]

[handleyourshit]

[She holds up a hand. They both know better, and it wasn't where she was headed anyway.

It's not what she wants to hear.]

Then don't feel bad.

Do what you have to do. [And come back this time.] I'll be down as soon as I can. Don't get arrested before I get there.

[hippie_ninja]

I'll leave the door open.

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[handleyourshit]

[Later, during this.]

What community would Drake be a part of?

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[hippie_ninja]

Hilltop. He's a good guy. I like him.

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[handleyourshit]

Scale of 1 to 10 - how much?

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[hippie_ninja]

I'd be comfortable sleeping around him.

No read on what he's like in a crisis yet though.

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[handleyourshit]

1-10 Jesus

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[hippie_ninja]

8

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[handleyourshit]

ty ttyl

Thursday Night

[hippie_ninja]

Are you able to get me out?

[handleyourshit]

Waiting on your word.

[hippie_ninja]

I'm ready.

~~~> Spam ]

[handleyourshit]

Already on my way.

[And she is. She's been waiting for the call and she literally drops everything to move, although this is the kind of life they're used to. When your only chance of survival is beating the break trying to happen in the wall with the repairs, it doesn't leave a lot of time to dawdle.

She does have to dip into Drake's money, and she does have to say that she's renting him for the remainder of his time. But she's there waiting in the area they release their subjects, an extra pair of clothes already tucked under an arm just in case.]