Detective Rosa Diaz (
died8yearsago) wrote2019-02-14 10:28 am
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MHA #3; Thursday Morning [02/14].
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]]
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]]
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Shw probably wouldn't have noticed the knock if Arlo 2 hadn't started barking. Confused, she set aside a katana, scrambled over a few pistols, and made her way to the door, peeking through the peephole.
Oh.
A little fiddling with some definitely more-than-standard locks later, she opened the door.
"Tightpants."
And her bed covered in weapons right now. How's that for timing?
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She shrugged, stepping aside. "I might be free. Come on in."
If he could get past the oh-so-fierce and scary guard dog now rushing up because it was impossible for a new person to be around and for her not to insist on getting proper hellos and pets and shoe-licks in.
And while that was being done, she had to ask, "You didn't get me an axe, did you?"
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She did look at him with a brow vaguely furrowed in confusion, though. "You got me flowers and something that doesn't exist?"
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An oldie, but goodie.
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"Right," she agreed and took a moment to consider Tightpants thoughtfully. "Alright, then. Just give me a second. You kind of caught me in the middle of a project."
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"Sure. What kind of project. Anything I can help with?"
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"Maybe," she said. "If anything, you can help me put some of it away so that this dummy," hitching a thumb toward the dog, "doesn't get into any of it. I was trying to reorganize my weapons to make room for this stupid axe. Come on," she quirked her head toward the bedroom before heading that way, "I'll show you."
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"Right?" she said, swooping down to pick up a gun or two from the floor to put back into the open closet. "You'd think they were trying to compensate for something."
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He watched as she put things away; he knew better than to offer to help Rosa with weapons.
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Poor thing was so neglected lately, save for the weekends when Rosa headed home.
And as for the tightpants...
"Bulletproof, acid-proof..." Rosa quirked a brow. "Paint proof?"
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"Good enough," she shrugged after a cursory glance around to size up what she'd managed to put away while they were talking, and cocked her head toward the door. "Let's get outta here."
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"Yes, ma'am."