77 Godiva Street; Late Sund--erm, FRIDAY Morning [12/19].

[died8yearsago]

So Rosa's day had, inexplicably, seemed to have started with her riding her motorcylce up the causeway on her way back to Fandom. Considering that she was pretty sure her day yesterday had ended with her in bed in her apartment, that was a bit...odd. And there was that island, and there was the marshmallow snow, and then, when she felt like she was pretty much just tracing her steps to get back to the apartment, there was...

The giant pink stuffed dog. Right there in the living room where she'd found it yesterday, and she'd have maybe thought Miguel had just moved it back, but it was easy to see that the large rip she'd cut into it wasn't there, either.

"What the fuck."

Well, if her suspicions were correct and the day was somehow on repeat of the day before, at least that hopefully meant it would be the same for Tightpants, and he'd arrive at any second to give her coffee...


[[ and open, especially if you have a)tightpants and b) coffee ]]

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel grinned as he sauntered in. "I got it just for you! Coffee?"

[died8yearsago]

Bingo.

"Yeah, I know," Rosa said. "Some stupid ladder game. It's terrible, and I'm putting it in the bedroom to stare at you while you sleep."

A pause.

"And I'd kill for some coffee."

Vaguely less actually threatening this time, without the knife and all!

[what_the_shock]

Miguel frowned. "Okay, have you bugged me or were the squirrels following the road trip?"

He passed her his coffee and went to get more. "If it's staring at me, it's staring at you, too! Breakfast? How'd the case go? You know, I'm a little disappointed I didn't have to kidnap the pope."

[died8yearsago]

Rosa squinted at him for a moment.

"If it makes you feel any better," she offered dully, "I'm a little disappointed you didn't have to kidnap the pope, too. I could just leave again, you can pretend I was never here..."

Her next look seemed almost slightly amused.

"Eggs and bacon," she guessed, "right?"

[what_the_shock]

"I was going to," Miguel agreed, "but I can always do something else if you'd rather." He shrugged as he came back to the doorway. "Eggs and bacon's just fastest."