Let It Go

•｡ ✩ Rock reminisced to his childhood when he and his parents would spend time together before Halloween carving pumpkins. As a young boy, he was enthralled with the mess that came with the craft - the guts of the pumpkin and seeds all over his hands. It was an effort on his parents’ behalf to prevent him from eating too much of their creations, but he was, indeed, a growing boy; nonetheless, it was a moment in time when he remembered pure and unadulterated happiness.

•｡ ✩ On his bed, the poor lad groaned and moaned in despair as he felt depleted like a battery - lifeless and unable to move any longer. Rock stared at the ceiling as he rubbed his stomach with his hand, contemplating what it was he exactly craved. At any given moment in time, the man was wishing for something to eat; it had become a part of his character. Nevertheless, he could not muster the motivation to go out and get something - and worse yet, his refrigerator remained empty.

Profit:

[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.

Expenses:

[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.

New Balance: 15,500G

thefairestrose·:

“Secret admirer?” Rosalind snorted, “That’s rich.” She rolled her eyes, falling back into their usual banter once the shock of Rock being the person supposed to assist her in an arguably dangerous forest. Walking ahead she glanced back briefly, “No. I suppose you haven’t.” Rosalind admitted, “Although I’m not sure you could do me wrong even if you wanted to.” She looked away again, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “It’s fine. I know how hard it is to not want to please me.”

As the docks approached she procured two tickets from her bag, falling back to walk in step with Rock, handing him one of the tickets. “I’m sure you remember that we’re going to Fugue Forest, on Arcadia.” She paused for a moment, “We won’t go in too deep.” She lightly elbowed the boy, “I was looking for someone who could fight, but what are the odds something will happen? I’ll find the ingredients I want and we’ll be out in no time. If you’re not too much of a pest I’ll even buy you lunch.”

As they stepped onto the boat Rosalind pondered his question, before taking a seat. They hadn’t been able to cure her mother, and her illness had started with a cold. Maybe that was why. 

Resisting a sigh Rosalind turned her gaze to the ocean, “Anyone can cure a big illness.” She explained, “I want to cure the one thing we all have no choice but to deal with our entire lives. You know how bad that stuffy nose can be. Imagine if we never had to deal with it again? That’s the world I want to live in.”

•｡ ✩ “Who can say no to lunch? ♪” Rock laughed brightly, pumping a victorious fist into the air as the sound of their footsteps together switched from the boarding dock to the deck of the boat. “You’ll be impressed even more than usual with how I am able to deescalate tense situations,” he hyped himself up while the two of them walked side by side, with the support of hand gestures to paint the scene, “because you of all people should know how chill I am. We all know that I’m about peace - it’s just a part of my nature that everyone can just be themselves around me. Why fight - humans or not - when we can get along instead?” He bridged the conversation on an earnest note - his pacifism was something that he advocated for across the islands in the most inconspicuous of ways; nevertheless, the blond was quick to change the beat of their tone back to something more uplifting with another comment about their upcoming adventure - until she found them a seat on the boat.

And what came next was a revelation to a side of her that he did not see often - gaining a glimpse into what was truly on the other side of the façade of her banter and playful jabs; Rock listened closely, hanging on each and every word - watching how her eyes twinkled as the words came so effortlessly off the tongue. 

He nodded - lost in thought of what he wished to say about her dreams and endeavors.

Profit:

[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.

Expenses:

[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.

New Balance: 15,000G

mireony | rock & pam

Pam was a little stunned by Rock’s personality being practically unchanged compared to his personality at the Masquerade. Compared to him, she was as shy as a snail, or some other shelled creature. She wasn’t one to usually talk to strangers, or at least not while she was sober. But Rock had this unique character that encouraged her to keep talking, and she didn’t mind it one bit. “Well, I’m very glad the rent isn’t all that bad.” She said frankly. It was true, compared to some of the apartments in the better districts, this place was a steal. “Although, someone is offering to let me stay in their house as a roommate for a while, which would be no rent at all.” And indeed, she was on track to moving into that new house.  And that offer to spend time with him? She’d be plenty happy to take him up on it. It’d be better than her other nights, for sure. “I’m just sort of thinking about what to do now that my day’s done. I’d be more than glad to hang out for a bit!” She spoke that last part with a heap of renewed confidence. This’d be an interesting day, to say the least.

•｡ ✩ “Oh, yeah? Moving on to bigger and better things?” Rock laughed light-heartedly, though the idea of no longer paying rent was an enticing idea to him; nevertheless, he appreciated what he had here and had no desire to move away - after all, it was not like he had the means or connections to go somewhere else at the moment. “I get you, though. It was nice here while it lasted, right? It’ll be more fun with a roommate - for sure.” Sometimes, he wished he had a roommate so that his nights in the apartment were not so lonely - but he learned to grow accustomed to it by now; that is to say, however, that he ended up crashing at his own place, to begin with.

night is young | rock & sebastian

Sebastian had felt relief from finally being able to return home. It’s not that he had a bad day necessarily but there was also a limit to how much socializing he could handle. The male just needed time a little more time than the average person to himself. He was running low on energy, the idea of lazing around or even relaxing and playing one of his favorite games sounded like the best kind of way to recharge his battery right now. He had been starting to walk up the stairs when the sight the blonde entered his view.

Now… that was someone he hadn’t been expecting to see. He’d find Rock sleeping in public areas so he was mildly confused as to what he was doing in this complex– Did he… actually have an apartment? Sebastian always assumed he didn’t… but it’s good to see he wasn’t as in trouble as he imagined. “Uh…”

“Chill?” He wasn’t sure if their definition of chill was the same. He knew Rock lived a different life than him and the way they both carried themselves were extremely different. “I came back from a long shift.” He paused, unsure how to answer. “Depends on what you plan to do? I guess… 

•｡ ✩ “Oh yeah, man, I feel that.” Rock sighed, lifting his arm to press on the wall next to him - leaning into it as his facial expression switched from enthusiasm to exhaustion. He agreed with his sentiment that work can definitely be tiring; from walking around the grounds of the park to testing the effectiveness of various napping areas on benches and under trees - by the end of the day, he can be absolutely whipped - but, he knew that a night out on the town was just what he needed. His hair may be blond, but he understood that him and Sebastian had polarizing personalities - but if that prevented them from getting along, then what is it to say that this evening isn’t just what he needs?

{ Rock’s Attire - Beach Day ♪ }

•｡ ✩ Rock may have been one of the hottest - if not the one - people in the archipelago, but truth be told, he did not have a wide variety of clothing in his wardrobe; if the outfit works, then don’t change it - was his philosophy. He knew, though, that his signature outfit would not be appropriate for Beach Day - it was going to be hot, and not because of the weather - but because today, he was going to be showing skin and his body that was to die for. Only one pair of swim trunks made sense for him to wear because...

Profit:

[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.

Expenses:

[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.

New Balance: 14,500G

eatrocklove·:

mireony | rock & pam

Pam had only a distant memory of her time in the Masquerade Ball, as it was over so quick and she had a little too much to drink that night. She did manage to finish obtaining enough water to splash every soul in the dining hall, but she had no way of dumping it on anyone, and so she just left it there to baffle the owners. But she did meet two people, or rather, accomplices, who she enjoyed the company of. And now, one of her accomplices is right here with her! She could only assume he lived in this apartment complex, but nonetheless she was utterly amazed that he could recognize her. “Oh, uh, hey there, Rock! I was known as Ol’ Ben, but you can probably tell that wasn’t my real name. I’m Pam.” She stuck out her hand to greet this fellow, trying to match that confidence she had as Ben. “I’m doing quite well, thank you!”

•｡ ✩ “Nice to meet you, Pam. ♪” Rock reciprocated the formality without missing a beat; it was amazing how - aside from just who he was as a legendary individual - he can effortlessly converse with others as if he has known them for a long time. With Pam, it was no different - especially considering the evident age gap between them; nonetheless, he gained a glimpse into who she was at the Masquerade Ball that night - and he thought that she was a good time. 

[ @trashcanpamblr​ ]

•｡ ✩ To be honest, Rock did not think back very much on the Masquerade Ball; it was unspectacular, albeit he did meet one person in particular who had sparked his interest - but one thing led to another and he had lost them amongst the crowd. At the end of the evening, he expected the true identity of the mysterious person to be revealed - but he merely gained a glimpse of them until the hors d’oeuvres ultimately captivated his attention. It was a piece of his curiosity that he placed on the back burner of his mind until he was walking in the hallway of his apartment complex and - coincidentally - encountered a familiar face.

Profit:

[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at De Sainte-Coquille Park.

Expenses:

[ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.

New Balance: 14,000G

[ +1,500G ]: For professionally lounging at de Sainte-Coquille Park. [ -1,000G ]: Rent at Mire Apartments.

New Balance: 13,500G