MHA #3; Thursday Evening [06/07].

[died8yearsago]

Rosa Emily could really dig...whatever this thing was that was happening. No parents? No sisters? Only her and a kick-ass dog in a swanky apartment with a ton of leather jackets and sweet weapons? She even slept in that morning, which was fantastic, even if she felt just a little bit guilty about that, because she knew her audition for the end-of-year recital was coming up, and sleeping in meant slacking off on practicing her routine, but, hey, sleeping in every once in a while was good, and she could always just beat up her competition if things started to get too close, right?

Right. Still, even with sleeping in from not having to go to a ballet class at the sweaty buttcrack of dawn, Rosa Emily had still managed to get a lot of stuff done. She half-expected Caleb to chicken out on her, but she'd gone to the store and picked up some hair bleach and dye, thinking if he didn't show up, maybe she could just work on some blue streaks in her own hair or something. She picked up some treats for Tchaikovsky at the pet store from their weird mascot thing, and picked up an ice coffee (black, duh) from the coffee shop, too.

And now she was just going to poke around the apartment while waiting for her potential turn as a hairdresser. She kept discovering more and more knives, some ninja stars, axes...she had more than enough to keep her entertained for a while, yes.

[[likely SP involved, but totally open!]]

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[uncertain_dume]

Caleb's first reaction was to want to nod. But he caught himself before he did so, and just kind of hummed instead.

"Good thing I'm not planning on drinking it," he replied, squinting one eye with the effort it took to just keep his head still. He was basically a walking fidget, this was more challenging than nerving himself up to doing this had been. "I'm not too worried about the burning, though. I was just curious."

It couldn't possbily burn as bad as two blaster bolts clean through his body had. That was kind of the rubric he was grading by, now.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa snorted a little doubtfully as she finished up with the braid, wrapping it loosely in some tin foil. "Alright, then," she said, "good, because get ready, I'm starting on the top now."

Which, sure, wasn't going to seem like hardly anything except a cold jolt at first, but it was the sort of sting that liked to linger...

[uncertain_dume]

"I'm ready," Caleb promised, and this time he nodded, getting it out of his system before she could squizz some of that bleach into his hair. "It can't be that bad if people do it all the time, right?"

No, really. Grading by the 'blaster burn' rubric made pain like this kind of disappointing by comparison.