Rosha watched her move gracefully about the kitchen toward him, and when she planted an unexpected kiss on his cheek, he felt a little gooey inside, and grinned a little wider when she did, but didn't say anything directly about it.<br/><br/>He followed her out, replying,<strong>"Heh, good to hear, then."</strong>He really didn't have much else to say, that was part of her effect on him. She made the motormouth speechless.<br/><br/>He walked out and stole a seat in one of the lawn chairs, and popped his beer.<br/><br/><strong>"Y'all had better figure out who's putting on music, or I'll put some on, and I guarantee mine's louder than y'alls,"</strong>Rosha teased. He wouldn't dare put Rammstein on the stereo, they'd likely get shot for being Nazi's in this neighborhood. He was also not in the slightest bit Southern, and so was a little out of place using the phrase "y'all," but used it anyway because it was simple.<br/><br/>He smiled when the mariachi music came on. Not quite what he would have chosen, but it was happy music, anyway.<br/><br/>He quickly decided the chair was boring, and hopped up and milled around the yard, drinking on his beer slowly, trying not to get smashed immediately. If he started chugging, he wouldn't be able to stop, and there was plenty of time for that after the races.<br/><br/>His eyes found Lugnut in Leo's arms, and he grinned out of one side of his mouth and laughed a little. What an ugly little thing, so ugly it was cute. It would also probably kick Daisy's butt, that dog was such a wimp.<strong>"That thing looks like it went through the spin cycle a couple times, Leo. Cute though."</strong>Rosha obnoxiously teased.<br/><br/>He wondered where Hiro might be, but at this point wasn't terribly concerned. He was just enjoying being around the closest circle of friends he could ever have, it was definitely a family. These people were like brothers and sisters to him, and he'd do anything for any of them. Easily distractable and not wanting to annoy everyone just yet, Rosha sharpened the knife he carried on a small stone he had in his pocket, giving his hands something to do. The thing was already razor sharp, so he was really just dulling and resharpening it, but hey, it gave him something to do.