MHA #3; Wednesday Morning [10/09].

[died8yearsago]

"God dammit."

Look, obviously, Rosa figured this was going to happen eventually, especially after talking with Kitty about it last night, but she was sort of hoping she'd have time to, you know, prepare for it a little more. Waking up as a dude already sort of put a wrench in her plans to go and pick up some clothes that would likely fit a dude version of herself first thing that morning. She did take a moment to consider if anything she did have would be workable, and only wound up realizing the irony of her nickname for Miguel when she, indeed, seemed to possess nothing but tight pants.

And tight dresses, but that was a whole other thing.

Thankfully, there were other helpful avenues she could take. Well, one, mainly, as she picked up her phone and sent off a quick text:

Guess who needs clothes. And you owe me.

Yeah, she probably could have just asked nicely, but then he's probably just think she'd not only switched bodies, but personalities as well.

[[mostly for the recipient of said text, but, hey, sure, it can be open, too, with a very strong possibility of SP until later!]]

[[ also, I totally had the right apartment building the whole time *waggles fingers* ]]

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[what_the_shock]

He really would.

Fun. I'll be right over.

He showed up with a bag of clothes as close to Rosa's usual style as he could find; fortunately t-shirts and jeans were easy, and he even had a leather jacket.

[died8yearsago]

"Ugh," said Rosa, when she opened the door wrapped in a bathrobe. A relieved ugh, and an annoyed one, but not, obviously, with him. And, to prove it, she actually had a coffee in hand to exchange for the clothes as she stepped back to let him in, with a glance back at Arlo 2, who was still hiding under the coffee table, not exactly sure what to make of all this.

Like it was her first time dealing with things not being quite the way they usually were around here.

Ugh.

"Thank you."

[what_the_shock]

"You're welcome." Miguel handed over the bag and took that coffee.

"Nice mustache."

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah?" asked Rosa, going to get her own coffee again because it was very, very needed. "I was thinking I might try to keep it."

And then the bag went on the table and Rosa started riffling through it with her non-coffee-mug hand.

Aww. There was so much black! It really was about the little things, wasn't it?

[what_the_shock]

So much black! Including, on the bottom, Miguel's spider-uniform, just because.

"I'm not kissing anyone with a better mustache than me."

Okay, he probably would. But he'd gripe about it anyway.

[died8yearsago]

"Better start growing a better mustache, then," said Rosa, who definitely noticed the spider-uniform and was considering making a comment about it, but she also knew that there was a good chance said comment might still lead to her ending up in said spider-uniform.

"Actually," she amended, "no. Please don't. I like your face the way it usually is."

A pause.

"And guys with mustaches are creeps."

Present company definitely included.

[what_the_shock]

"Definitely," Miguel said as cheerfully as he could before finishing coffee. Hey, that was almost...no, that was actually a compliment!

Come on, Rosa, were you going to deprive him of the chance of Spider-Rosa? Actually, that might be hot on her usual body; why had he never thought of it before?

Sorry, Rosa, Miguel was lost in thoughts now.