#rockcchi

how i feel about this character.

H....a........h....a..h..a............... I never really favor the distant types, but Rock is a rare exception. He's pretty much the gang's bishounen. ` u` I feel like he's got a lot to learn when it comes to staying healthy, happy, etcetc. Sulking is no good; don't become a nihilist like Iori (in Yuri's words, that is). I've written for him several times and I found it a tad difficult. If anyone's got guts to RP him, take my props.

all people i ship romantically with this character.

I'm gonna come right out with this and say Yuri. Yuri, Yuri, Yuri. BUT WE GOTTA UNDERSTAND THAT SHE'S MY NEIGHBORHOOD BICYCLE, I practically want everyone to ride that shit. ` A` ;;;;; Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But I also ship him with... ` u` ........ Okay I'll admit that I have many more anti-ships than I do romantic ships. I could go on and on about 'em. But let's not.

my non-romantic otp for this character.

With Terry. Father figure, am I right? I weep at the thought because they've got such endearing BROTP art. It's all on my hard drive.

a thing i wish that will happen/would've happened in canon.

VS Rock:

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"Roooock. Hey, Rock. Y'waaaanna know a --" Hiccup. "-- secret? Me 'n you... we --"

And then the mun fucking slaps the shit out of this forsaken talky piece of plastic, knocking it out of homegirl's hands and into a Hawaiian volcano the end haaaloha motherfuckers. (⊙‿⊙✿)

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Having met the youth through Terry, she immediately welcomes him into the fighters' little circle. While she considers him eye candy, that's about all it amounts to -- after all, Yuri is more inclined to older men; however, that doesn't stop her whatsoever from offering the blond friendship while the mun stashes several dark secrets over here in the corner. Although subtle, she harbors some inkling of respect for him as a martial artist. That's just hard for her to acknowledge, seeing as -- she hardly takes younger men seriously. Her innocent liking for Rock, though, is genuine.

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"That's... well, if anything?" -- A pause...

"Take good care of my cat for me, dude! Seriously, he's way important to me! ... Oh yeah, and don't forget to bring nice flowers for my grand day of mourning. Heh."

Two hours after the news arrives, her gaze is blankly fixated on the window. Seventeen years old. Younger than her. Heaven knows how Isla is managing -- she would have offered to stay by her side along with the other gals, but first Yuri wants a moment to herself, which is why she dismisses Ryo's hand from her shoulder. For once, there's nothing she can really add. The funeral arrangements are set for next week, set on a day where the other 99.99% of the world's population will be going about with their lives.

Seventeen. If only she'd known more. About his power, his origins -- maybe she could have helped him lead a better life. One chock full of laughter. But this still isn't about her, and she understands that perfectly well. It's about the teen. The teen who's managed to make her smile more than a few times. Gone. Yuri slowly invites herself into one of the dining room's chairs.