"They're making you work on Christmas day?"

You hear her voice before you see her, lilted with that smug edge that makes something in your gut twist with an impermissible anger. You whip around sharply, teeth bared and hand grasping your weapon until you were sure your knuckles were already white. Prepared for a fight; always, when it comes to Rose. The black highlights of her suit melt into the shadows as she approaches you, lip curved and eyes twinkling with mischief. She holds her hands up in surrender, raising a brow.

"Easy there, sweetie," she teases, approaching slowly, as to not aggravate you. You don't attack, but stubbornly hold your position for a few more seconds. "It's Christmas. You're off the hook for the holidays."

She flicks her hair behind her shoulder, the white glowing under the moonlight. She takes a seat on the edge of the roof beside you, eyeing you out of the corner of her eye. She's amused by how tense you are; always on guard. It's cute, really. Rose pats the space beside her.

"Relax," she sighs, the smugness having now faded from her voice. She pats the space more incessantly. "If you're gonna ruin your Christmas, you can at least do it with me. Not like I'm gonna spend it with Daddy, now am I?"