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When she runs into him for the sixth time that week, she's fully convinced that he's stalking her - because there's a distinctive line between coincidence and design, and she's sure that this latest meeting launches it into full-on "I-totally-planned-this" territory. Of course, that would beg the question of why, but she's learned that questioning any Neo-Team Plasma member is a fruitless escapade and a frustrating waste of time. Besides, that's not the point.
You don't accidentally run into your most hated rival six times in four days. It just doesn't happen.
Either that, or her luck is really, really bad.
"Oh. What're you doing here?" Rosa can see the outline of Nate's shit-eating grin through his face mask and scowls purely on reflex. "I didn't think I'd ever see you outside so much, unless that defect you call a king's got another dog on his heels for now."
She ignores the insults to her person - they're typical and dumb, just like him - but flares up at his "defect" comment (because no one can disrespect her lord so blatantly, especially not some stupid grunt!) and swipes at his face.
"Don't talk about Lord N like that, you...you...mindless brute!" she hisses. He laughs and easily dodges her pathetic assault, catching her gloved hand and bringing it to his cheek.
"What's a cutie like you doing under that freak of nature, anyways?" he asks, and she grinds her heel into his toes as hard as she can with scarlet cheeks in response.