somethingwithturquoise | MHA #3; Late, Late, LATE Wednesday Night [06/24]

This was probably a terrible idea and wholly unnecessary, but Summer had never let that stop her from doing things before, and even the slim possibility that their worst fears were actually right, they couldn't feel that bad about it. Besides, it would just be a real quick thing, just break in and look around for the dog, hopefully not find the dog, and then bam. Done. Mystery solved, and both she and Seivarden could sleep better that night.

Even if she had her doubts about Seivarden's motivation being about the dog. She wasn't the one who had to try to sleep thinking there might be a poor dead dog in the apartment next door to her!

So in the wee hours of the night, after her shift at Caritas, Summer made her way down the hallway of her floor in MHA, glanced down both ways of the hallway and listened carefully for sounds of stirring or midnight piano from Lucille's apartment, and then moved forward toward Rosa's door, gesturing for Seivarden to follow.

"Okay," she whispered, "coast is clear. You stand watch while I try and see what I can do about this lock."

This was a super terrible idea, but they were already here, sooooooo....

[[ for the partner in literal crime, apartment totally modded with permission, and NFB, please, not only for the hour but also because Summer totally promised Leroy another date if he kept his squirrel mouth shut ]]

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Seivarden stared down at the dog.

"Oh, fuck."

You know, when Rosa got back to her apartment to find all her locks picked and the door slightly ajar, the light in her bedroom on, she was expecting some pretty messed up Fandom shit. And that ran a wide gamut of possibilities. But absolutely none of them came even close to how messed up the actual answer was.

Because as she crept up to the door with her gun drawn, ready to shoot the shit out of or at least severely damage whatever brainiac idiot thought it was a good idea to break into her apartment, she absolutely recognized that Oh, fuck.

And that didn't even take into account the fact that Rosa was about to discover that Seivarden wasn't even alone.

"Are you fucking kidding me."

It was not a question. But at least she'd slightly lowered the gun, while her brain tried to reconcile any sort of possible explanation for what was going on here.

"You two assholes better be fucking riddled with gremlin bites right now, or I swear to god..."

A number of strategies went through Seivarden's head, before she settled on the truth.

"Summer was worried your fucking dog might have starved to death in here."

It was mostly the truth, not that Seivarden actually thought Rosa would believe it.

"Why would--" Rosa started, stopped, closed her eyes as she drew in the biggest possible breath. And held it, for however long it would take to prevent her from just blasting them both in the knee caps right then and there.

Or at least their shoulders, since Anna Pavlova was too close to Seivarden's knee caps and Summer was still kneeling on the otherside of the bed looking like a deer caught in headlights since her plan to duck underneath the bed before Rosa saw her had clearly not worked.

But if she shot them, then she'd have to deal with blood on her carpet, and this was enough to deal with right now without adding that to it.

"You know what?" she said, once she let that breath go. "I don't even fucking care." She stepped aside to make room, gesturing toward the door. "Just get the fuck out."

"Don't have to tell me twice!" said Summer, almost brightly, because anything was better than being murdered, which she was one-hundred-percent sure was about to go down, and she hopped up, sprung herself over the bed. Wich didn't take into account that Rosa's bed was bigger than her own, so it started as a leap and turned into a slightly awkward scoot until she was on the other side, where she stood back up awkwardly close to Rosa, let out the most uncomfortable little sound known to mankind, shrinking into her shoulders a little.

"Totally just getting the fuck out," she assured Rosa, shrinking a little under her glare and sidling her way toward the door.

For once Seivarden did the smart thing.

"Summer! The dog is alive, let's go."

And with a few strides she was out of the room, past Rosa.

Not only did Seivarden have a very oblivious Anna Pavlova prancing after her with each of those strides, but she and Summer both had nothing but daggers from Rosa's eyes following them each and every second as they had to move past her to get through the door. And sharp as those daggers were, they had absolutely nothing on the hard set of her jaw.

As Seivarden walked past her, though, Rosa almost said something. She almost reached out to grab a hold of her shirt so she could stop her and pull her in and let her know in absolutely no uncertain terms that if she ever saw her face again in any context other than it being a very small island and it was sometimes impossible to completely avoid a person, she would end her, but...she didn't.

She'd spent the last few weeks trying to come to term with some things, and doing that would completely undo everything she had tried to work while she was gone. And she wasn't going to give Hot Leaf Water the satisfaction of screwing that all up before she could even get started.

So it was just daggers and a firm jaw and a demeanor that was colder and more frigid than the Arctic, and just wanting them gone so she could figure out what she was even feeling right now and just scream and burn this whole place down.

It's not like it would even be the first apartment she'd had to do that to...

Seivarden was quickly out of the door, not even bothering to see if Summer was following. Her face was burning, her heart was beating, and then there was this feeling of shame over something she had no idea why she had done in the first place.

It made no sense. Her instinct was to blame Summer, but even she knew that would only make things worse.

Yeaaaah, Summer could really not get out of that apartment fast enough, although she forced herself to not pretty much just run out of it so she could maybe maintain some level of dignity. Of course, for her, this was like going from one super awkward situation right into another one because she may have been able to leave Rosa and her closet full of weapons behind her, but she still had to deal with Seivarden now and the fact that this disaster had sort of all been Summer's idea in the first place.

Well, not entirely. Seivarden had planted an awful lot of seeds in her brain on Monday, to be fair...

It felt a little stupid once she did it, but as soon as they were back out into the hallway, she very quietly, carefully, closed the door. And then winced a little, her face scrunching up as if it couldn't find just the right apologetic, sheepish expression to give Seivarden now that they were clear.

"Well, heeeeeeey," she ventured, "at least the dog's not dead, right?"

And neither were they, which honestly seemed like the much bigger accomplishment right now.

All Seivarden did was glare at her, then she headed towards the stairs, keeping ahead of Summer. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

And that was, like, totally fair, but also, like, ouch. Harsh. They were in this together!

Summer threw up her hands. "It's not like I could have known she'd come back, in the middle of the night, on a Wednesay!" she called out after Seivarden. "Geez."

And then her arms dropped and she looked over to her own apartment door and shook her head. At least her walk of shame would be a short one, but she was kind of worried about poison gas in the vents or something now...

MHA #3; Late, Late, LATE Wednesday Night [06/24] - NFB.

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