#roarkrocks

Roark had dressed up a little bit in case little kids came to the door as a mad scientists of sorts, pulling his hair back to draw stitches on his face and wearing gloves and a lab coat with fake blood splattered on the front. He figured that in a sense, since he was already a mad geologist, it was hardly even dressing up.

He hadn’t been expecting Volkner, though. And in costume, no less.

"…" Roark wanted to berate him for not coming by for a while, but it was hard when the other looked so ridiculously adorable dressed as a vampire like that, and he found himself grinning despite himself. "That sounds like a lot of fun, and it beats staying here. So, sure! Lead the way." He stepped out and closed the door behind him, leaving a bowl of candy outside his door in case anyone came by and wanted some.

Volkner couldn't help the soft smile that tugged at his lips as he took Roark's hand, walking down the sidewalk, watching as little kids ran past in their own ridiculous Halloween costumes. "Was worried you'd think this was a stupid idea." He shrugged and twirled his little candy bucket around his free wrist.

It had been one weird night that he didn't know how how got drug into. First of all he managed to get talked into playing a game. Second of all that game involved truth or strip and drinking, and last but not least Roark had to be there as well. So there they were, shirtless, with Roark damn near wasted and Volkner rather buzzed as everyone else was packing up to go home. 

Bright blue eyes lazily scanned over to the drunken redhead as he attempted to stand up as well. He said attempted because of the fact that the geologist looked as if he was about to fall over. The good guy side of him came out as he let out a light groan, getting up and tugging his shirt back on before moving to Roark's side. "You need a hand?" He chuckled, attempting to help the other get his clothing back on before taking in his condition. 

Funny how life works sometimes. After he had smashed the stupid flickering florescent light in the break room he took note of a lone calendar hanging on the wall. It was odd enough that the calendar wasn't at least surrounded by other little notices or advertisements but what really caught his eye was the fact many of the staff members had their names neatly printed on specific days. It didn't take rocket science for Volkner to deduce that the dates indeed indicated each and every teachers birthday [considering his was already listed in its proper spot].

What struck him as even more peculiar was a certain someone's name on the 16th. "Roark". Roark never told him he had a birthday coming up. Then again he never asked. They had only been 'friends' for a few days. Why would Roark think he had any interest in knowing the redheads birthday. The other had mentioned something about not knowing many people around the school. What if no one remembered his birthday, or even cared? The thought struck a nerve somewhere deep in the electricians brain. He'd went past enough birthdays where no one, not even his parents cared enough to do anything. He had to do something now. It wasn't like it would be socially awkward or anything, right? I mean, they were 'friends'.

He really didn't care if it was socially acceptable or not, by that time his mind was made up. He was going to get something for his 'friends' birthday, even if it was a few days late. It was a quick trip to the store. He picked out a vanilla cake and some red frosting, a roll of wrapping paper, a rather obnoxiously sized bow, and a present. Said present coming in the form of some rather comfy looking pikachu print pajama pants. Granted this was Volkner, and Volkner being the weird guy he was he thought; 'if I like it then he'll probably like it, right?'

Within an hour he was home, he folded the pants nicely and wrapped them up in a shoe box, granted the wrapping job was...a bit lacking, but none the less passable for someone who had never wrapped a present. And then he moved to the cake, and oh boy what a mess that turned out to be. By the time he was done he had red frosting all over himself and the counter. The words "happy late birthday Roark" were crudely written on the top with the K in Roark's name half falling over the side of the cake due to running out of room. What could he way, he was an electrician not a cake decorator.