FlyingRedRobin

- Simon doesn’t mind Rocky and Grace’s loudness. He was in that quiet ass sub for the longest time with only the noise of the camera going off and the light so I can imagine if Rocky watches Simon sleep, he asks Grace to turn off the translator so he can hear Rocky’s “singing”

- Grace having to get used to not one, but two people on the Hail Mary because he was alone for a while, then Rocky came along and now Simon. You know there’s times where Grace is overwhelmed and says “I need 5 minutes alone.”

- At the beginning, Simon and Grace wouldn’t trust each other at all! With their track record? Absolutely not. They would try and avoid each other the best they can but it’s Rocky who actually helps them bridge that gap.

“Oh yeah this is rocky! Hes asleep at the moment, he’ll be up and excited to meet you later, yadda yadda—“

And simons just thinking holy shit my life was saved by this insane man. He talks to a rock. He saved the stars? He talks to a rock. He talks to a rock that he keeps in some weird glass ball

And than later rocky finally wakes up, but simon doesn’t realize the rock is moving until hes directly behind simon and going “hello new human! Am roocky! Why screaming, question?”

So the other two in my group are used to my antics by now. We’re all friends, so the pair of them decide that the one guy in our group gets to be the nurse. Now, my Juliet and I have been friends for a couple months by this point, so I decide to be a little more dramatic.

We put Juliet on a spinny chair, and pump it up as tall as it goes, and my baby, closeted lesbian ass crouches on the floor, ready to be as melodramatic as possible. Like, I’m about to do a rendition that makes William himself walk into the class and tell me to take it back a notch or twelve.

And then I look up.

And holy shit.

There she is, Juliet, haloed in the worst fluorescent light known to mortals across the globe. Light just streaming down around her, that weird off-green colour that it always is. And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. My little gay soul is barely holding on as the words barely leave my lips, breathlessly. “But soft… what light from yonder window breaks?”

And Juliet was the sun. Romeo was not exaggerating that line at all.

You come to me, on this day, this day of all days, on the day when I'm busy, and make me drop everything to draw a shitpost. Okay, fine.