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MHA #3; Wednesday Morning [10/09].
Oct. 9th, 2019 06:17 am"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* ]]
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* ]]
