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Y'know, being a panther hadn't been so bad. Rosa had almost started to get used to the idea, but, then again, it was really hard to argue that being a powerful predator that could slink and skulk like liquid midnight was anything but cool as hell. But it wasn't without its annoyances, either, so when she turned back to normal yesterday in a way that let her take full advantage of being human again, she had no complaints. Especially since she had work to do before next week, and it was going to be pretty difficult getting all her crap done this weekend if she was a giant cat the whole time.
So it was time to get to work, and that meant shooting off a text ("Got a class idea. Taking you up on that coffee. Meet me at the causeway at 2.") and then heading to over to wait.
Sure, the whole plan was flawed if he wound up not taking her up on it, but...c'mon. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
[[ for he of the tightest of pants, for great sp justice, with anything past the causeway NFB for distance, obvs ]]
So it was time to get to work, and that meant shooting off a text ("Got a class idea. Taking you up on that coffee. Meet me at the causeway at 2.") and then heading to over to wait.
Sure, the whole plan was flawed if he wound up not taking her up on it, but...c'mon. Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
[[ for he of the tightest of pants, for great sp justice, with anything past the causeway NFB for distance, obvs ]]
