Damn. This girl was a veritable cyclone when it came to date planning: Roxy was left sitting on the floor, blinking upwards rapidly at Feferi who had already jumped up (but not yet reacquired her shirt). "What? Oh, no, it's just the swimmin' thing that ain't the best idea for me on account of, uh..." Well, better to weed out the weak from the strong ahead of time, right? "...'cause some people think that 'cause I'm trans, they get a free pass to starin' at me in ways that can only be filed under rude? I got a filing system for the looks I get, and they totes get categorized into the folder for 'stink eye.'"

She focused mostly on petting Rincewind after that, mostly firm strokes along the cat's back. She kept her grin on, though it still felt strained. "If you're still into the whole 'datin' this hot lady' thing, we can totes just do somethin' right here? Watch dinner together, make a movie in my room—wait FUCK. Switch those two around." Kind of like how she just switched from cis to trans on this girl! Haha. Fuck.

Yeah, alright, okay, she was cool. If Feferi turned out to be awful about it, then Roxy could just pick her up and throw her outside. And, uh. Maybe move. Or she might just slink off to places unknown, and Roxy would be out a date but not having to worry about something bad going down.

It sucked that she had to be so paranoid, but Roxy didn't forget why she took those self defense classes: she would protect herself, no matter the cost.