Thank goodness for long distance (Rose.)

[notmadeofglass]

Steve...Quinn...whatever the hell his name was wasn't home. He said he was going to work, but Tina wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything at this point since her life turned upside down on Taco Night. She'd made him sleep on the couch with Grumpy, then Grumpy peed in his shoes because she didn't like sharing the couch so he was back in bed with her at night now, but it was weird. Everything was weird and it wasn't like she had anyone she could talk to in Italy. There was only one person she could talk to in the world, really.

So Rose's phone would ring and even if she hit ignore it would continue to ring until she answered it. Tina was evil that way.

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[notmadeofglass]

"Yep. The real question is whether or not I care considering we both know you don't need that much sleep. And also it's me."

[wild_child]

"Yeah, well," Rose said, "what if I'd been hung over?"

Total impossibility, of course, but it never hurt to put up a token protest when dealing with Frosty.

"What's up? They run out of fancy shoes in Italy?"

[notmadeofglass]

Tina snorted.

"You don't get hung over, werido. And no, they didn't run out of fancy shoes. I still have plenty of those. Got a pair of custom-made sandals last week. They were pretty neat. I bet I can even bet them to make a pair for your paw-sized feet."

[wild_child]

That got a snicker out of Rose. "I have a pair of boots. I am more than prepared on the shoe front."

[notmadeofglass]

"Boots are not the only footwear, you know. You could use a few more."

[wild_child]

"Sez you," Rose teased.

"But ya didn't call at ungodly o'clock ta discuss my boots."

[notmadeofglass]

"No, but your boots are ungodly themselves."

The disdain for those boots was almost tangible in Tina's voice.

"So you recall that I met a guy, right?"

[wild_child]

Frosty really hated her boots. One reason among many she held on to them.

"As I recall, I didn't approve, on account of not gettin' ta vet him first."

[notmadeofglass]

"That was probably a pretty good thought on your part, considering that turns out I have no idea who the hell he is."

[wild_child]

A slight growl escaped her throat. "...Do I gotta book a flight ta Italy fer a kiester kickin'?"

[notmadeofglass]

"I wouldn't recommend it since he's apparently an assassin or something equally ridiculous. Unless we managed to get the drop on him, tie him up and then let the cat pee on him before you had at."

[wild_child]

"Please. Like any assassin's gonna get th' drop on me," Rose said. Her pride taken care of, her usual growl softened a little.

"Ya okay, Frosty?"

[notmadeofglass]

"More or less. Mostly angry and not entirely sure what I should do. I'm strongly considering giving up and coming home."

[wild_child]

"Issat what ya really want, Frosty? Or do ya just want it 'cause yer hurtin'?"

[notmadeofglass]

"I don't honestly know, Rose. He lied to me. About everything."

[wild_child]

Another growl.

"Then he's a flippin' fool," Rose said. "But you ain't, Frosty. So don' go blamin' yerself."

[notmadeofglass]

"I"m not blaming myself for anything other than being too dense to figure out that he wasn't being honest. I haven't kicked him out yet, though."

[wild_child]

"...I'd have thought that woulda been th' first thing ya did."

[notmadeofglass]

"I know. But I didn't. I did kick him to the couch with the cat, though."

[wild_child]

"Nice ta see ya can still surprise me, Frosty," Rose told her.

"Ya wanna pack it in, ya pack it in. We'll hang out, steal Summers's car, go drinkin', the works. Or ya can go follow th' path yer walkin'. Ain't my place ta tell ya which is right."

[notmadeofglass]

"We haven't stolen Summers' car for awhile..."

[wild_child]

More snickering.

"Long enough fer him ta forget some of our tricks."