It's two more days before Rosita sends him another text - Bring the curry. I have the final copies. - and a time to meet up at her place again.
She's there, a bit more put together herself - dark hair sleek and brushed back out of her face into two low ponytails, a loose but feminine cut henley, tailored jeans and her ever-present knife - when she lets him in but the apartment no messier and largely unchanged, which would make the one change there is a bit more glaring in comparison even if it weren't brightly colored and completely different from everything else about the decor. On the coffee table where they'd gone over the contract before is now a very small, very limited collection of items including half a dozen marigolds and skulls cut out of neon orange, blue, and pink paper on a string around a shot glass half-full of amber liquid and a lit tealight candle.
"Hey - come on in. I hope you were serious because all I have is chips and canned corn."
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Date: 2022-11-05 06:59 am (UTC)She's there, a bit more put together herself - dark hair sleek and brushed back out of her face into two low ponytails, a loose but feminine cut henley, tailored jeans and her ever-present knife - when she lets him in but the apartment no messier and largely unchanged, which would make the one change there is a bit more glaring in comparison even if it weren't brightly colored and completely different from everything else about the decor. On the coffee table where they'd gone over the contract before is now a very small, very limited collection of items including half a dozen marigolds and skulls cut out of neon orange, blue, and pink paper on a string around a shot glass half-full of amber liquid and a lit tealight candle.
"Hey - come on in. I hope you were serious because all I have is chips and canned corn."