Several hours and two movies later, Roze leaned back into the couch, feets propped on the coffee-table among wrapped and empty drinks, arms stretched behind Neku and Squall.

"So! Shorty, Pretty Boy, whatcha think? You like this movie thing?" she asked, arching a brow at Musashi, who was asleep on the floor. "Think it could be a thing once in a while? I know all my movies didn't make it but I can probably find more in town once the weather stops bein' quite so batshit...And you know...anytime you guys wanna add to the pool, that'd be great."