Office #26; Friday Afternoon [11/01].

[died8yearsago]

So Rosa had sent Fandom's newest reigning Bad Ass Bitch on an extra assignment, then went home after class for a power nap because she had literally not slept since Wednesday. Then it was back to her rarely used office, just in case Beniko had anything to report.

Or anyone else for that matter.

Either way, she was there, and she was finally doing what she was always thinking about doing, which was actually utilizing this otherwise unused space for a personal yoga studio. It was nice, being able to go from Downward-Facing to Upward-Facing Dog without an actual dog trying to wedge herself into the mix because she thought it was Jump On Bendy Mom And Get In Her Way Every Two Seconds Playtime.

She needed to do this more often.

[[ door closed, post open, with a very much 'work is gonna eat me, I can just feel it' warning! ]]

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[died8yearsago]

"Wow, yeah, it's almost as if people are actually fucking different from each--" And then Rosa stopped herself with a frustrated grunt. Closed her eyes. Deep breath.

"I am not arguing with you about this through a goddamn door," she said. She was also not planning on opening the door, either, so she just followed it up with a sharp, "I'm busy, Crocker. Don't you have someone else you can annoy right now?"

[betterthanaplan]

“Certain types of people tend to go for certain types of jobs.” For instance, assholes and moral absolutists tended to love them some law enforcement. “And no, actually. Everyone else around here likes me.”

[died8yearsago]

"Yeah, well," said Rosa, sucking in another breath that was doing a very poor job of gaining back the restraint she had earlier, "you're probably not shoving everyone else into some tiny little bullshit box, either. I said I'm not arguing about this. Go bother someone else, if they all like you so damn much."

[betterthanaplan]

“And here I thought we could bond a little. We have so much in common after all. We both like heists . . . and axes. . . .”

And yoga, though he didn’t know that one yet.

[died8yearsago]

Oh, so he was going to just blow right past the fact that he was a stereotyping asshole, and she was just supposed to forget about that because they both liked axes. Cool. Super cool.

"And so does just about half the island." Rosa's fist balled up a little at her side and she slowly forced herself to loosen it, before she just punched that door to remind Duke that it was just about the only thing keeping her from wanting to just punch his damn face. "Only here's someting we don't have in common: I know how to take a fucking hint."

She knew she should have just insisted that no one was there.

Ah, who was she kidding? He'd be just as annoying in response to that, too, probably.

[betterthanaplan]

Yeah, Duke refused to feel bad about stereotyping cops. It was a profession people chose, one that tended to uphold and reinforce stereotypes about things people didn’t choose.

“You’re about as subtle as the moose is, Em,” he said cheerfully. “Not sure you can really call them ‘hints’.” He let out a little sigh. “And here I thought maybe we could finally bury this thing. Ah well. Worth a shot.” He gave her door a cheeky salute, not much worried about whether or not anyone could see it. “See you around then. Have a good weekend!”

[died8yearsago]

And Rosa refused to feel bad about chosing to uphold and reinforce justice for the victims that didn't choose to suffer. Sorry, was she supposed to feel bad about keeping murders and traffickers off her streets?

But none of that was even remotely as bad as the fact that he'd honestly just thrown a bury the hatchet pun at her, didn't he?

He may have caught at least one more disparaging groan from her over that, but the rest of it she was going to dutifully ignore in favor of at least trying to get back to her yoga, but she already knew it wasn't going to work. There was no way she could focus enough on Zen now. She'd try, at least for a little bit, at least as long as it would take before she was sure he'd be gone (pretty sure, anyway, half expecting him to just be lurking in the hallway waiting for her to eventually come out since it wasn't like she could stay there all weekend).

Because yoga wasn't going to cut it anymore. She needed the gun range.