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A smile tugs on Savannah’s lips -- it’s such a simple request, so perfectly in character and sweet from Rosa. It’s still a whole new world to her: all things soft and sweet but Rosa makes it so easy to enjoy. Never having been a romantic before, Savannah suddenly finds herself positively ecstatic about everything she’d have labeled ‘cheesy’ before. 

Inclining her head just so, she shifts, tucks one leg under and bows while extending a hand towards the other.

“Of course, your my lady. There I nothing I would rather be doing. If I may?”

She can practically hear Rosa’s eyeroll but a moment later her palm fits into hers anyway so it’s a win no matter what. Lifting her head back up, her lips find the back of Rosa’s hand with ease, pressing a light kiss against warm skin. “At your service at all times.”

“ Hm? “ 

She twists, trying to look at her own hair for just a second before she realizes this isn’t going to work. Grabbing a hand full, she tugs most of it over her shoulder, inspecting for what Flynn has pointed out to her. It only takes a moment.

“ Oh! There he is -- I thought I told him to stay in the car. “ Rolling her eyes, she plucks the Chameleon from the strand of hair it’s been holding onto. Instead, she sets it onto her shoulder -- from where it immediately goes for her hair again. 

A glance at Flynn makes her laugh, even if she can’t help another eye-roll. They’ve been on the road for two days now and he still isn’t over this. And she’s supposed to be the sheltered one. “ You really need to stop being so weirded out by Pascal, Flynn. He’ll take offense to that. “ A beat. “ You don’t want to know what he does to people he’s offended by. He can change colors -- you’ll never even see it coming. “

Ben’s head lifted from where he’d emptied the majority of his closet onto the floor of his room and was currently tossing select pieces together in an abstract attempt of finding a fitting outfit – something he really should have done not last minute. But this is what he gets for buying too many new clothes and figuring that he’d obviously find something to wear now. 

The current candidate was a black suit with subtle, black stitching all over -- a seemingly perfect representation of his entire being -- along with a patterned white shirt and flashy shoes. Phil was currently wearing a black shirt that seemed to be almost identically patterned as his suit. Why were they like this?

“ I mean, yeah, ” he shrugged, pushing a pair of black jeans off to the side as he tried to turn himself in a way that allowed him to look at Finn without breaking his neck. “ But we also barely leave the house with each other and have started saying ‘we’ in most instances. I’m pretty sure matching outfits is one of the less cheesy things we could be doing. “

That being said, Ben wasted no time flinging a tie at Finn. “Here. Matches my shoes.”

"Maybe you shouldn’t wink at people so much -- I don’t think the lady was into that,” she musses, raising a hand to point towards the gas station they’ve just left. By now, she’s aware that he does, in fact, not have anything in his eye but is also pretty sure that the winking doesn’t work as well as he is clearly hoping. 

Hoisting the bag a bit higher, she waits until the car is unlocked and she can dump the entire thing onto the backseat. Immediately, she snatches a chocolate bar and tips her face up towards the setting sun. She’s seen the sun go under a million times but never like this -- never in so many different places, over so many different horizons. It still fills her with a mixture of guilt and excitement.

“First of all, it’s smooth so it’s the best kind and you know I bought it. You can go be a freak and buy the disgusting disgrace of chunky goo that they try and sell for peanut butter. Second of all,” he knows he’s getting a bit worked up now but can you blame him? The cereal is almost a running joke now -- but the peanut butter, too? “I told you it was for a baking video! Do I need to like, lock cupboards now for you to not eat the ingredients?”

He huffs, leaning back against the counter in exhaustion now that this has all been let out. Truly the only battlefield in their relationship are the contents of the fridge and cupboards. 

Eyeing the mostly empty jar next to him, he grabs it, face still pulled into a pout. There is no way they can bake anything with what’s left in there, that much is certain. So after a second of consideration, he plucks the spoon out of it and stuffs it into his mouth. No point in saving it now, is there?

“Here, do what you want with it you dirty... person.” As quickly as the dramatic rage came, it’s gone too and can’t come up with a more witty remark anyway. Instead, he just thrusts the spoon out towards Phil after getting more peanutbutter on it.

[ SMS ; Nina ] Okay, we’re not gonna be slutty, queirda. We’re just gonna have some good, wild, fun.[ SMS ; Nina ] Unless you wanna go for that label, of course. In which case, vámonos![ SMS ; Nina ] I’ll tell you what. You get on the train and I’ll come pick you up from the station. We’ll get dressed up and hit that club just a few blocks from my place. It’s the shit.[ SMS ; Nina ] I got a dress for you to wear. You’ll kill it.[ SMS ; Nina ] And then we grab some pizza on the way back and trash talk the hell out of him for the rest of the night.[ SMS ; Nina ] Sounds good?