I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

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!]]