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headcanons ...
            •      Keeps her weapons and gear meticulously clean, even if theyre old or patched up. 
            •      in casual or social situations, rosa tends to remain unblinking, wide eyed, and fixed on the person shes observing.... often making others uncomfortable without her realizing it.
            •      sometimes she pauses mid task to stare at clouds or the sky. something she rarely got to do as a child. she'll watch the clouds move as though she were hypnotized. 
            •      she doesnt wear the cleaners uniform. thinks its too plain. the boss let's her do her own thing. 
            •      tends to avoid canvas town. finds the people there too rowdy. unpredictable. 
            •      in addition to the last one, she also avoids any and all cleaner parties. she'll slip in, steal some snacks, and slip back out naturally. for someone so eye catching, she's really sneaky. 
            •      finds the darkness comforting. both as a way to avoid sensory overload and as a childhood habit. 
            •      the way she speaks is almost always demanding. even when unintentional. if she wants something, she'll say "give it here." when she really means "can I have it please?" but alas, she never really learned proper manners.
            •      rosa wears bright neon pink of purpose. she wants her enemies to see her. wants to be as eye catching as possible, make people question what shes wearing, make them underestimate her, think shes a fool. that way her enemy's chances of escape narrow greatly. 

JINKI ... ? heirloom. 
            a pair of round, pink tinted sunglasses; slightly uneven and scratched from years of repair. handmade by her mother during childhood using salvaged scraps. despite their imperfection, they are rosas most prized possession, serving as the physical anchor for her JINKI. 

eyes down. 
            a command repeated like a mantra. 
            a demand that cannot be fulfilled. 
            
            it hangs in the air, calm and 
            deliberate, a quiet authority 
            that presses against the mind 
            as surely as her gaze paralyzes 
            the body. 
            
            to hear these words is a promise. 
            youre already dead.