Finally made it homie (Private RP with Dance)

Rasha hummed as she rounded to the passenger side, opening the door and ducking inside. "We'll see about that," she said when she got settled, eyes darting around and through the different windows. Always searching, always processing information, as her mother had taught her.

(ouch. Friends are so brutal, but I mean, perfect timing on the photographers part?)

((pffft. Aunt Fanny all the way))

((Okay, two things, because why not. Best way to say goodbye? C'est la vie, adios, good riddance, fuck you! Second thing? Imma throttle a bitch if they don't move that goddamn deer. I'm tired of walking outside and smelling death.))

She shrugged as she fixed her gaze onto Kaz. "Doesn't matter much to me, as long as I have a name to call you by should I ever need to." She tugged at her gloves without taking them off, the leather getting just a bit stuffy for her taste, but the need to keep it on stronger than the need to take off the gloves and jacket.

((I'm going to assume you mean the deer part. There was a dead deer on the corner of the road just across from my house, and my mom called it in to have it removed. Nadda. It just sat there and rotted. Then it was moved, eventually, but to the other corner in the ditch, still rotting and still by my house. If that's their idea of 'removing' it, then they're either assholes, lazy, idiots, or all three))

"And I'm not the nicest person, in case you haven't noticed." She tilted her head, then amended her words. "Well, you probably haven't, seeing as you haven't seen what part of me would be considered 'not nice.' But beyond that, I could ask you the same thing." She rose a white brow in his direction.

(oh, what? Me mentioning Crocs?)

(They and I talk, like, all the time, for one (hence the soul bro part, which they put in their bio as well), and secondly, I ran out of room.)

((nah, you're good. Had I not have a restriction on characters, I would mention you, as you and Crocs are probably my only friends on here—well, at all, really))

((not really. I've been bad with making friends to begin with, and recently, what little I had have been dropping like flies, mostly because I'm fed up with their petty drama and just. loosing connection?))

"I could imagine," she said, perfectly aware of how easy it was to create enemies. Simply having a scary, villainous ability would garner you enemies. "I've been drifting from place to place, so that's how I ended up here."

((indeed. He's left me alone this year so far, though he went right back to being creepy after being pissed about me having a "boyfriend." Helps that I'm gone half the time this year))

((honestly, same. I thought he'd never leave me alone. Just another reason why being nice isn't always the best thing))

She didn't answer. Instead, she pulled off her gloves to reveal lines and symbols glowing a ghostly green color, lighting up the car with its dull glow. "What do you think?" she asked, flicking her brilliant blue gaze over to Kaz.

"It's leather. Nothing weird about that," Rasha said flatly, pulling the gloves back on. "I need heavy fabric or the light will shine through my clothes, outing me as a mutant. Having a mother like mine is already dangerous enough. Putting a target on my back would be an idiot's mistake."

"Maybe you did," she agreed. "But the downsides of my power are nothing compared to what I can do. Perhaps I got lucky, but that luck came with a minor and inconvenient price."