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“I do like his dog,” she admitted, a fond smile appearing just at the thought of the little chihuahua, “I tried to steal him when I was younger. He started yapping away when he realized what was happening, though - he’s loyal, that little thing,” Waving a hand at Levi’s question, Rosa ignored the implication - it probably was incredibly New York of them to go pilfering through a strangers closet after they’d been so hospitable. Not like they could help the way they were raised, “You from New York originally? You sound a bit like you’re struggling with this whole process. We’re not even committing a crime - wouldn’t that be something?” As it slid down her shoulder, Rosa adjusted the strap of her overalls until it settled in place again, nose wrinkling at the abysmal options Levi was showing her, “Very middle school, more like. You can’t wear that, Levi, you’d look better in the stained shirt,” Swatting his hands, she eventually grabbed a pastel pink, fluffy t-shirt, one that was probably used more to sleep in than anything else, by the looks of it, “This is a nice colour,” she observed, holding it carefully towards Levi chest but making sure she didn’t make contact and staining the new shirt as well, “Here, try this one. Probably the best you’re gonna get - size-wise, at least. This girl’s tinier than I remember her being.”
“yeah, i’d never spent this much time out of state — which is pretty sad, now that i say it out loud,” he shrugged. “don’t know if i like it here yet, but i guess change is good, especially when it’s like, for free,” he said with a chuckle. he’d meant to say something at her dismissal of his perfect choices of outfit, but he’d gotten momentarily distracted by her shoulder, for some reason he couldn’t quite pinpoint. blinking back into the conversation, he reached out for the shirt she was offering, hoping his lapse hadn’t shown. “ah, pink, it goes with my eyes perfectly or so i’ve been told,” he nodded, examining the shirt and holding it up in the air, seriously doubting it would fit him. the one he was wearing was starting to dry though, and it was getting uncomfortably sticky, so he sighed slightly and figured he wasn’t gonna do much better than this. he’d already grabbed the hem of his shirt, realizing halfway through lifting it up that she was still standing right there. “is this like a move of yours or something, you go around spilling wine onto people so you can get to be alone in rooms with them? daring, but effective, i guess,” he joked, just because he suddenly felt awkward in the quiet room.
