I'm a badass, not an anarchist.

"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* ]]

Thank you, everyone, for helping prove Rosa's point that Valentine's Day was an incredibly dumb day.

The three from Kitty were easily the only ones she could deem acceptable and not terrible. Not only had she wound up with mystery flowers from an anonymous person that really had better not be from who she thought they might be or else she was going to have to be really pissed off, but she also got a weird one from her boss (though, he was right, she did appreciate that it wasn't a rose), and a whole bunch of roses that she couldn't even pretend she hated, even if she tried.

And she had tried.

The worst of it, though, was the fact that someone had gotten her an axe. And not just any axe. This was a giant freaking greataxe nearly half her size. Which was bad ass, she had to admit, but who the hell got people giant axes for the dumbest holiday in the entire world? Anonymously! It wasn't even practical; what was she going to use a greataxe for? Though it would make for a pretty sweet centerpiece for the weapons closet. She had been thinking about reorganizing and redecorating in there, anyway...

Still. An axe? And there was only one person she could think of that would actually get her an axe, if it turns out she got her anything, she was going to be pretty pissed off about it.

She may have given it a few experimental swings around the living room, though, and decided that, okay, so it wasn't so bad. Really unweildy and not very useful, as far as axes go, but she could get used to something like this.

She was still going to be pissed off about it, though.

[[because who doesn't love a good wave of reactions posts? It's open! With the expected V-Day slowness]]

Rosa knew that her dumb, weird dog loved any kind of annoying weather. Arlo 2 was bonkers for running in the rain and diving through the snow, which was cute, sure, but also annoying because then all that rain and snow came inside with her.

And apparently, tinsel-rain was no exception to Arlo 2's love of annoying weather, and she'd spent all morning making it very clear that she wanted to go out and play in it, which was an idea that Rosa, being smarter than that, was not willing to entertaining. "No," she said. "I know how that'll go: we'll go outside, you'll eat that tinsel right up, and then you'll be sick all day. We're not going outside."

But that dog was persistent, and that dog was also very good at whining and scratching sadly at the door and giving Rosa the saddest looks ever and then there was the sad pitiful howls, and, dammit, now Rosa was getting up from the couch where she had been trying to ignore Arlo 2 and going for her coat and the leash.

"Fine," she said, "but don't say I didn't warn you."

Immediately, the whining stopped, replaced by happy little prances, and they made their way downstairs and outside. And, sure enough, not even five steps out, there was Arlo 2, moving in on a pile of freshly fallen tinsel and chomping it right up before Rosa could stop her.

So right back inside they went where, five minutes later, just as Rosa predicted, there was now tinsel-puppy-puke on her floor. "See?" she told the dog, who looked perfectly innocent and confused as to where that tinsel-puppy-puke could have possibly have come from. "What did I tell you? What did I just tell you? God, you're lucky you're cute."

So cute. And Arlo 2 had to emphasize it by taking advantage of Rosa close to the floor cleaning up the mess to give her a well timed and perfectly revolting tinsel-puppy-puke-breath kiss.

"That's disgusting," Rosa informed her, but, so help her, she could not stay mad at that dumb stupid face no matter how hard she tried.

[[because sometimes, a scene just won't leave your head. Open!]]