MHA #3; Tuesday Evening [12/18].

[died8yearsago]

So, Rosa had invited Captain Tightpants over for a...thing. A date...sorta. Not really. Maybe? Whatever, it didn't matter, it was mostly just to prove that RoboCop CyborgPolice was the greatest cop film of all time, and anyone who said otherwise was clearly just a dumb asshole.

Mostly.

Either way, she didn't exactly appreciate that there were gremlins on her balcony right now to boot, but at least they weren't trying to get in, and she'd reminded them that she was very much armed and not afraid to take advantage of it if they got it in their heads to try and get in and get all bitey and make her think she was some flighty princess again. No, apparently, they had no desire to actually come inside, they just wanted to stand out there like idiots, singing Christmas carols, and they weren't even doing a very good job of it.

And then Arlo 2 got it into her head that she wanted to join them. So now she was little out the occasional little tremulous howl to along with the so-called 'singing.'

"Oh, yeah?" Rosa asked her. "This is what we're doing today? Cool. That's not going to get old real fast or anything."

[[expecting he of the tightest of pants, but, yeah, sure, open before his arrival if anyone needs/wants to poke at her]]

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[what_the_shock]

Miguel showed up with a six-pack of decent (but not over-the-top) beer, and a large plastic bag of popcorn which he had meticulously sifted to remove all the unpopped kernels from. Then deliberately put one back into, just because.

He knocked on the door.