died8yearsago | MHA #3; Friday Morning [11/16].

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MHA #3; Friday Morning [11/16].

When Rosa woke up that morning in a nice big bed in a room she didn't really know, she was....a little confused, but not a whole lot, really, someone else was there, too, so it must have just been a whole sleepover situation. Which she didn't usually get invited to, not anymore, not after the whole Maria Valles birthday cake incident, anyway, which was...not to be discussed.

But it didn't matter, not really. She was thirsty and would go poke around to find something to drink. So she sat up, make a particular point out of stretching and yawning, before throwing her blankets off in a way that buried the other person still sleeping, and went out to look around.

And stopped dead in her tracks in the living room.

"Ohmygod," she stared. "They...have...a PUPPY!!!"

Run, Arlo 2! Run!!

[[ mostly for that other person there, but definitely open for anyone else who might like to swing by!]]

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Seivarden, now hidden under a pile of blankets, only managed a muffled :"What?"

That didn't sound like her sister, although her sister would be just as excited over a puppy. She sat up, blinking, confused. Where was she?

"Why is there a puppy?"

Oddly enough, that was the first thing that came to her mind.

Who asked why there was a puppy, instead of just embracing that there was a puppy, and Rosa was discovering that this puppy was really good at wrestling. Like, really good, and she hadn't been expecting that, and it didn't take the puppy long to have her pinned on the living room floor, her limbs splayed out in defeat at the victor thoroughly licked her face.

"Help! Help!" she called out, though there was an awful lot of giggles in that cry for it to sound very convincingly distressed. "She's gonna eat my face off!"

"Who are you?" Seivarden asked, frowning now, because that might be a more important question right now. "And what are you doing in my bedroom?"

It didn't look like her bedroom, but she had been sleeping in it so it must be hers. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, looking around for her clothes.

"Is this your bedroom?" Rosa asked, skeptically, as she sat up and looked around, shoving the dog off her slightly and settling in to just sort of scratch behind her ears. It didn't look like a kid room; it looked like the room of some boring grown-up, but whatever. She shrugged. "Then this must be your dog. What's her name? It doesn't matter. I want to call her Emily."

Of course she did.

"She's Emily now. And I'm Rosa. Who are you?"

"I'm Seivarden. Of course it's my room. The dog isn't mine though, so you can call her Emily."

She was being generous so the weird kid.

Quickly pulling on her clothes, including gloves, she then rushed towards the puppy and slid to a halt next to Rosa before crouching down. Only to be licked in the face by Arlo 2.

"She likes me."

"That's a weird name," Rosa pointed out, but that made sense, that a person with a weird room would have a weird name, too.

"She's a nice dog, though," she added, rubbing Emily's back as she went to thoroughly say hello to Seivarden in the same way she'd greeted Rosa. "I wonder whose she is, then, if she's not yours. I don't think there's anyone else here, so maybe I'll just keep her for myself."

Seivarden ignored the comment about her name, because really?

"Seivarden Vendaai," she clarified. Rosa must know her family name, after all.

"And I suppose you could. Maybe she wants food? I want breakfast."

Managing to push the puppy away, she got to her feet.

Way to make a weird name even weirder. Rosa wondered if she was supposed to be impressed, because, if she was? Then tough luck for Seivarden.

She was much more impressed by the word breakfast, instantly lighting up.

"Ooh, yes!" she agreed, getting up as well. "Breakfast! If this is your place, then you should know where all the good stuff is, too, right? Like cookies and everything?"

Look. If there weren't parents around and she could get away with cookies for breakfast, Rosa was totally going to have cookies for breakfast.

"I don't know this place," Seivarden said, ignoring that it might contradict her previous claim to it. "I want tea."

She was too young to drink more than small amounts of tea. She didn't even like tea. It was important not to come across as childish though.

Peering into the next room, she exclaimed: "Here's the kitchen!"

"Tea?" asked Rosa, wrinkling her nose a little distaste as she following along, getting a better look at the place on the way. "Why? Are you sick?"

As far as she knew, the only reason anyone drank tea was because they were sick and their mom was making them drink it to get better.

"If you're sick, you have to stay away, because I have a recital coming up, and I can't get sick for a recital."

Still, there was the kitchen, and Rosa took into consideration all the cabinets before nodding and going to grab a chair from the dining room table. "I bet all the good stuff is kept up on top, where they think we won't get to it, but we will."

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"I'm not sick," Seivarden said. "Why would I be that?"

She followed Rosa to grab a chair of her own. "Of course we will. What are you going to do at the recital?"

"I don't know!" Rosa protested with a shrug, positioning the chair carefully before climbing up on it. "Why would anyone want tea unless they were sick?"

And now that she was able to, she went ahead and climbed onto the counter to open up the higher cabinets and have a look inside. "And I'm going to dance," she explained as she searched. "My teacher says I might be good enough to be a ballerina some day, but I don't know if I'd want to be a ballerina, but she is right. I am pretty good."

Finding nothing of interest in the first cabinet, she moved to the next, and wrinkled her nose again. "Your parents only eat boring healthy stuff," she reported. "And they drink a lot of alcohol."

This cabinet was, like, all alcohol.

Seivarden just rolled her eyes at the comment about tea, "Are you uncivilized or what?"

Her parents would scold her for saying something like that.

Seivarden pulled up her own chair next to the counter and climbed up to stand next to Rosa. "My parents didn't buy this stuff. Hasn't yours told you to wear gloves when you eat? Oh, here's tea!" She reached for the bag, accidentally turning a box of pasta over. The contents rained down over the two of them.

"Hey!" Rosa let out an objecting sound as pasta rained over her head, but she laughed soon after, especially when it went skittering on the floor of the kitchen. "Adios, pasta, guess we're not making macaroni..."

She went on her tip-toes for a better look at what else might be on that top shelf and to help a little with the tea before Seivarden went and knocked them both out with a can of beans or something.

"I've never heard of wearing gloves to eat before," she added, because, honestly, Seivarden needed to know that that was ridiculous. "And we can't just eat tea. There's nothing good up here; I'm gonna check the fridge."

And she climbed down off the counter to go to the fridge, crunching and crushing all that pasta under her feet the whole way over.

Poor Rosa's kitchen floor.

"of course you wear gloves when you eat," Seivarden said, managing to get hold of the bag of tea without further incidents. "Unless you're a baby. Where's the teaflask?"

Arlo 2, no Emily temporarily, happily followed Rosa to the fridge.

"I'm not a baby." Rosa felt it was important to get that out there, frowning at Seivarden and considering taking her chair away and stranding her up there on the countertop for even suggesting it, but Emily coming with her to the fridge distracted her enough. Maybe if she insisted on it, she would, but for right now, there was a dog to pet. "And I don't even know what a teaflask is."

Probably something weird, though, if Seivarden was looking for it. She was weird, Rosa definitely decided that much, but it was kind of rude to point that out when you were still in someone's place. She put her attention into the fridge, instead, though she opened it sort of expecting just more weird, boring stuff.

And was pleasantly surprised.

"Jackpot," she said, grinning broadly as she reached in to pull out the large square box shoved awkwardly on top of some other things because someone had been too lazy to bother putting it away in something else. "Pizza!"

Seivarden got distracted from the tea - and pretending to be an adult - and stepped down on to the chair again.

"What's pizza?"

"This is!" Rosa announced, pulling out the box...which got caught on a few other things in the fridge, clattering bottles, knocking them over on the rack, and it was much too late to stop it from snagging on a carton of Chinese take-out, which then hit the floor with a splat, spilling its contents out.

"Whoops."

...but, hey, it was okay! Emily was already cleaning it up for them!

"Good girl," she said, balancing the pizza box a little better now as she nudged the fridge door closed with her foot.

Curious, Seivarden reached out for the box. "You do need to put on gloves."

Her mother would be very cross if Seivarden didn't.

Rosa made a face as she handed the box over. "I don't have to do anything I don't want to," she countered, sounding incredibly immovable on that point, but this wasn't her place, and she didn't want to get kicked out just as they were going to have pizza breakfast.

So she sucked in a deep breath to squash her pride down for a moment before saying, "And I don't have gloves anyway."

"There must be gloves somewhere," Seivarden decided. "Let's have a look."

She wandered out into the hallway carrying the pizza box, heading for the bedroom. Where were the clothes stored?

"Look though all the drawers you see," she told Rosa.

Rosa was really regretting giving Seivarden the pizza box. As long as she had it, she couldn't just sneak a slice or something and actually had to go through with being bossed around until she found a suitable pair of gloves, apparently. So she'd just have to go along with it, but it wasn't so bad. It was kind of like doing a recon mission or something, like in the movies. Like they were searching the place for contraband like cops did.

She nodded. "Got it." And began her search, pulling out the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom, but that drawer was no good. It was all bras and underwear, and she wasn't going to go searching through that, gross! The next drawer was better, shirts and stuff, but hard to search through, so she just pulled things out and tossed them aside to look better.

"Are you guys ninjas or something?" she asked. "Why are all your clothes black?"

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Seivarden gave an approving nod, headed into the dining room and put the box on to the table.

"Not all our clothes are back. What's ninjas?"

"All of these clothes are black," Rosa insisted, finding nothing like what she was looking for in that one, so she slammed the drawer and moved onto the next one. "And ninjas are people who sneak around and sneak into places, sometimes they steal things, but mostly they just assassinate people, and I might be a ninja when I grow up."

It was one of many, many, many career options that were in serious consideration.

There were no gloves in that drawer, either, so, slamming it again, Rosa was starting to get a little frustrated, but she had an idea, a thought to check something out in the living room, so she decided to go do that. "There's no gloves in there, I don't think," she reported before going to root through a closet near the door of the apartment, because if there were coats and stuff in there, maybe there'd be gloves, too.

"So, Special Ops. I might be Special Ops when I grow up. Or captain of a Sword, 'cause they are the coolest ships. Much cooler than Mercies and Justices. What kind of spaceships do you like?"

If she said sailing pods Seivarden would tell her those weren't really ships.

"Why do they keep the gloves?" she continued, forgetting that she was supposed to live here.

Rosa...didn't know spaceships as well as Seivarden did, apparently, but it's not like she was going to let Seivarden know that. She shrugged. "Swords are definitely the coolest," she agreed. If they were called Swords, how could they not be? "But I like anything that blows anything else up."

Shifting through the closet, too, had proven to be a good idea. "Ah-ha!" Rosa declared, turning around and brandishing a pair of leather gloves proudly, before quickly shoving her hands into them. "Found 'em! Yes! It's pizza time!"

"You did!" Seivarden grinned. "Now we can eat this."

She opened the box, then frowned a little.

"What, what??" asked Rosa, rushing over to look inside the box, too, curious and worried because there should never be a situation where someone opened up a pizza box and frowned. "What's wrong?"

Seivarden had never seen a pizza before, much less tasted it, so the contents of the box didn't look that appetising.

"What is this?"

"I told you," said Rosa, grinning as she peered into the box to see that there was nothing wrong with it or anything. She was almost worried there might have been pineapple or something on it, but it looked like meat lover's, nice. And Seivarden could hesitate on it all she wanted, but Rosa had been dying for this pizza and now that she had gloves, nothing could stop her. She reached in to grab a slice and took a bite, chewing maybe all of twice before adding. "It's pizza. You can microwave it if you like it better warm, but it's pretty good cold, too."

Seivarden was hungry, and even if she was a little suspicious of the pizza, she was going to try it, now that Rosa was wearing gloves. She took a small bite, chewed, swallowed and looked pleased.

"This is good!"

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