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@minifrenchfry-kabbit
"Maybe somewhat.. yeah."
He admitted to the other's inference with only a hint of sheepishness, scratching a bit at the back of his tied ears, unsure whether the uncomfortable feeling was just nerves, or sand chaffing under his fur.
He'd made the mistake of falling asleep in the shade under their beach parasol, and woken up to Fynn burying him in the sand. Normally he wouldn't mind, but he'd yet to fully dry after his swim, which meant the sand had stuck to him.
He'd brushed most of it out, he thought.. but he'd still need a more thorough hosing down later. And make the fucker painstakingly comb out whatever skin-irritating grains were left.
He'd get him back later, if nothing else at least Rohan and Penny had seemed to be entertained with their childish foot-chase around the beach.
After being caught and sufficiently "punished" for his crime, Fynn volunteered to make a grocery run with Penny for snacks and drinks, and Ro had opted to retire to their rental to watch the sunset as the tide rolled in.
Benji had planned to just take a walk, but after a significant look from a departing bot, he sighed, and followed after the striped skeleton back toward the rental. Part of the reason they'd planned this summer trip was so that he and Ro could get on even ground.. and here he was, still trying to avoid it.
Stop running away. You've been through worse.. just get it over with.
And well, he'd gotten this far. At least he was willing to listen, if not yet fully participate.
"Mm.. that's quite a different impression of me than you used to have. Glad to know we have that going for us. I wouldn't.. give me so much credit though. Still a bar low enough to trip on."
He chuckled a bit tiredly, before letting himself flump over backward on his mattress, head tipped back on the foot of the bed, so as to still keep his purple-blue gaze trained on the other, while still keeping a respectful, somewhat relaxed distance.
The churn of thoughts was maddening though, and as the silence stretched, he groaned quietly and covered his eyes with a stressed press of his pads.
"I feel like I have so much to apologize for.. I'm.. not really sure where to begin, honestly.."
Was it a different impression? Benji had always been pretty clear about broadcasting his feelings on things. Sometimes with his words, other times with his fluffy face. That broadcast had just gotten more awkward over the years as situations changed, and they got to know one another better.
That last part had been reluctantly done on both ends for quite some time. He’d like to think they were better with each other now. He’d like to think they were over the past, like he was with Fynn.
Was it better to confront these things long past, or push it away, forgive and forget?
Would it help him, or Benji more? Both? He honestly wasn’t sure.
Rohan exhales, turning on his perch to look out at the setting sun. It really was quite pretty, reflecting against the water. Like an endless sea of reds and oranges and pinks, fading into the deep blue of night.
“If you really want to try apologizing for specifics, just choose something at random and go along from there,” he says dryly. “Fynn already beat you to the whole ‘sorry I was such a fucking jackass to you for years’ route, which is fine by me, cause bringing up specifics would just upset the both of us.”
These days, he was pretty sure talk of that nature upset Fynn more than it did him.
Ro leans his head on his shoulder facing outside the completely open window, sockets half closing as he admired the bright sparkle of the waves along the nearby shore. Focusing on things like that might help him get through whatever this was coming his way. Keep him from storming away like an overwhelmed child.
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@minifrenchfry-kabbit from XxX
When Benji had gotten the call, he’d considered calling Fynn and leaving the matter up to him.. but only briefly. While he’d of course be informed later, not only had he gone home early with a nasty migraine.. but if the fuckers were still on the premise, he very much doubted he’d be able to keep his justified rage in check.
While he still felt a little uncomfortable stepping in like this.. he had plenty of experience dealing with jackholes and keeping his head down. He could both stay calm and be a pillar of support for Ro.. which from the sound of it, was very much needed.
He left the closing duties to his sister and hoofed it from the club to the cafe, which was a fairly sizable distance. Luckily he’d been in a handful of times before, so he hadn’t needed any directions from the owner, even with the dark of night blanketing the streets. He didn’t slow until the building came into sight, leaving him a little winded by the time he let himself through the unlocked back door.
His soul twisted as he saw the state of the other, trembling with a thousand yard stare, not even registering when he closed the distance between them, hesitating just a moment, before pulling the shaking skeleton into his arms, a reassuring murmur on his lips.
He was a little apprehensive in being so forward, half-expecting to be shoved away the moment the other realized that he wasn’t family or Fynn -.. only for that expectation to be completely shattered.
He froze up briefly when Rohan completely surrendered to his embrace, soon feeling the familiar dampness of tears soaking into his fur, his long tied-back ears further lowering against his back as he tightened both arms around him, with a reassuring squeeze.
“Let’s get you home.. huh?”
With only a slight adjustment to their current vantage, he easily scooped the other up into his arms - the skeleton laughably light compared to the heft he was used to in their mutual mate, and nearly overcompensating because of it.
Once Ro was safely secured, he had a brief conversation with the owner, ultimately deciding that calling a trustworthy cab would be best. He was capable of driving, but the last thing Ro needed was to be left alone in the passenger seat to relive the trauma over. Now that he’d made the connection, he’d stay with him until he relinquished him over to his family’s care.
The wait for the cab was thankfully short, and he was careful not to jostle the curled up monster too much as he transferred him to the backseat and clambered in after him, closing the door behind, and gently stroking his skull with a paw when he dropped against him again, taking the opportunity to buckle them both in when the cab began to pull away from the cafe.
“You hanging in there okay.. Pup?”
He paused in the silence that followed and grinned faintly, gently nudging his fluffy head against his.
“You can blink once for yes, twice for no.. or, pull my ear for a ‘fuck off, Benji.’ That’s a Fynn-fav. Cathartic, I’m told.”
By the time the cab had gotten there, Ro was feeling less... shattered? Delicate? Incapable of forming words?
Stars above, he hated crying, hated feeling so gross and out of control. The rattling of his bones when he shook, the almost grimy grey his markings turned, the horrible itchy feeling of running makeup- it was all just awful. That was why, when he did cry, he usually saved it for behind closed doors where no one could see.
Horrible that he was so susceptible to hysterics. Half the time he couldn’t make it till he was alone, then he had to ride waves of embarrassment on top of it all.
With the hysterical feeling fading, that was what took it’s place. Embarrassment with a dash of exhaustion settling deep in his marrow. At least there was a divider in this stupid cab so he didn’t have to think about the driver listening in on him being a mess.
He sniffs grossly after he’s buckled in- having to be buckled in like a child, add that to the list of pathetic Ro moments- and fiddles with the bracelet on his wrist.
It was a braided pastel rainbow one that Fynn had got for him at one of those tourist trap shops along the coast. He’d gotten matching hats for him and Benji too, silly straw things with a rainbow ribbon. Benji had worn it all day, and nearly had a soul attack when the wind had tried to steal it away.
The want to be back on the beach crashes against him like a wave... stupid old coping behavior.
That wasn’t exactly normal right? Wanting to travel 2 hours or more just to sit and watch the ocean instead of the 15 to 30 minute drive back home to collapse on your bed? He couldn’t tell Benji, he’d sound like a freak.
So he fiddles with this bracelet with a half hearted shrug as answer. Only to turn and blink rapidly in surprise when his head is nudged by Benji’s. Which is probably sending mixed messages there but. He wasn’t used to an approximation of a skeleton custom from Benji, okay?
He returns the smile as best he can and shakes his head, heart eye-light brightening slightly with brief amusement.
“Don’t- don’t think I’ll stoop to ear pulling, thanks.” His voice is a hoarse whisper. He turns his head as he coughs, trying to clear it before he tries talking again. “That can stay a Fynn-special.”
He thumbs the bracelet again and sighs, long and watery. Fynn was gonna be so pissed when he heard about this. Stars, Allura was gonna be livid too. Could he deal with either of them like that right now? He just...
“Think my panic crying is done... for the moment. I’ll probably have a second round when I’m back and have to, t-try to explain... again. I’m just... tired now.”
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“So.. I know I’m no good at this but…here it goes, anyway. Can we.. talk? Please?" - @minifrenchfry-kabbit
Rohan knew this was coming.
The very loud, winy voice in the back of his head wailing like a child about how, 'things just weren't fair, never ever, wah wah waaaah', just hadn't let him accept that he actually had to talk about it.
He was horrible about talking through things that upset him.
There wasn't an option to just ignore this shit. Not this time. Which was awful, when ignoring the elephant in the room was his favorite trick to make himself get over shit.
Pretend long enough, you trick yourself into actually believing your little white lies, right?
Rohan sighs, phalanges drumming along the open windowsill. At least they were at the beach for this. Nice little rental to have a potential meltdown in.
"I would argue that you're the best out of all of us at actually talking about things." He shits to perch on the windowsill, the ocean breeze brushing against his back. "But, sure, now's a better time than any other, as I'm sure was somewhat orchestrated."
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❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ (Listen, Ro and Oliver haven't had a thread and that feels like a crime.)
@olivethesecuties
"..to be honest, everything is sort of a mess still."
Ro's harassers finding out where he's working now, the fucking bond, Benji avoiding him and then talking and getting somewhat better, THE HORRIBLE FUCKING EVENT, Benji injured, Penny's increasing anger issues as the gene has started to kick in with more vigor, Fynn's stress about possible stalkers from his past primed to mess with them (???), how weirdly strained and stilted giftmas had felt-
Fucking hell.
Ro grimaces, his eye-light dimmer than normal as it meets Oliver's worried gaze.
"It feels like so much has happened in to short a time... just, one thing on top of another, even if it was... technically spaced out? It just... ugh, there was barely time to process anything!"
He sighs and sits back in his chair, pouting down at the bowl of ice-cream slowly melting on the table before him.
"Why must everything about me and everything surrounding me be so complicated Olly? Why must life be plagued by so much bullshit? I don't actually want to be living in a shitty soap opera!"
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"I’ve got you, you’re safe." (🐇 for Ro)
@minifrenchfry-kabbit
In the quiet of the office, with the police already talked to and nothing else to distract him, Ro starts shaking. There is a burning behind his sockets that only grows. He rubs his face and closes his eyes, but the burn just doesn’t go the fuck away. He doesn't want to cry.
What is worse, is that the numb feeling is going away. The calm pulling away to reveal the broken cracks beneath the surface, if he wanted to get fucking. Poetic about it.
Faintly, he hears Leo talking. The office was fairly soundproof with the door closed, but he has enough sense of mind to guess that his boss is calling someone to come pick him up before he looses his shit.
Preoccupied with trying not to fucking loose it, Ro doesn’t notice Benji is there until a fluffy arm wraps around him. He barely registers that words are being said. As he is pulled against Benji’s chest, he finds the tiny amount of self control he'd managed to scrounge up evaporate. He collapses, pressing himself against soft fur as the tears flood out.
Which he feels somewhat bad about. That had to feel gross. He tries to say so, but all that comes out is a croak of a sob.
Rohan had not had a good day.
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Poor kid.
Leo frowned at the scene from where he leaned against the office doorway.
It boggled the mind that harassing pricks would bother tracking the poor kid all the way to the surface. They’d seemed the type to be raciest against humans to the point of not wanting to go near them... but here they were. At least the situation hadn’t escalated before he’d gotten here.
Thank the stars one of the barista’s had thought to call him. It was best they’d called the police first, of course, but he was thankful that he could come figure things out before the humans’ sirens made things messy. He knew a thing or to about handling pricks with a temper. And, well. Angry monsters put human police on edge. He couldn’t exactly blame them, but it was still damn annoying to work with.
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“Damn hecklers came in, disturbed the peace and riled him up good. He’s in a state where I’d rather someone helped him home. Can’t do it myself yet, and- great. I’ll get a girl to open the back door for you. You can borrow my car. Or I can call a cab if you don't drive..”
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He'd convinced the ruffians to step outside as the police got there. Ro had lasted through talking to the police and keeping the girls calm. Things could be delt with without him now.
At least he’d managed to get hold of someone less likely to freak out on him over the phone to come pick up the poor kid. Desi was off on sick leave and hadn't answered, so he'd tried the club for that Fynn fellow. Benji was a polite one, and with the amount of times his name came up in conversation with Ro, he figured the kid would be in safe hands.
Nodding to himself, he slips away to call that cab. He knew a good monster that would get them where they needed.
After that, he'd save a couple copies of the security footage for today, just in case.
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@minifrenchfry-kabbit from xXx
A huff escapes him with the flexibility comment, his tail twitching with his ire. Just because Desi had a point, didn’t mean he had to spit it out at him like that. He knew he looked awkward and dumb trying to care for himself. And, realistically, he knew that he’d be better off asking someone else to help him out. That didn’t stop him from giving it a token effort though.
The sterilizing agent stung like a bitch, even more than if he’d scrapped a normal bit of bone thanks to how sensitive his markings were and how thin the membrane was. Not to mention where this one was, right on the curve of his spine, made the frothy shit spread down his marking like a canal and trickle into the crack of his vertebra. A very uncomfy thing, that.
So focused is he on the uncomfy ews of his situation, that he really doesn’t pay much mind to what spills out of his mouth, or how his brother might take it. Instead, his wound is smacked without mercy or, in his eyes, warning, the sudden sharp spike of pain reverberating up his spine. He yelps and jolts, immediately twisting around to shove and bat at his smartass of an older brother.
“Holly shit, you ASS! That HUUUURT!!” He whines, a pout firmly fixed to his skull. “My suffering was from embarrassment, not PAIN!”
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'not that bad huh? say that to me without flinching.' (minifrenchfry)
“B-but it’s not- OW! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!!”
The sting of antiseptic burns white hot against the raw bit of bone his brother had been dabbing at. Doubly so, since the scrapped spot sat directly in the middle of one of the larger markings on his spine. Rohan smashes his face back down onto the couch in defeat, a pathetic whine escaping him.
“Fine, it hurts, now quit drawing out my suffering.”
Everything hurt, actually. Well, more like everything ached. His body usually came out of a fuck-haze feeling like a wrung out dishrag. There was just something about getting consistently banged around for a few days that he only felt after sleeping for ten hours.
All in all, he was surprised he’d come out of this one with as few scrapes as he did. It just had to happen on one of his more sensitive stripes that he couldn’t easily reach on his own.
And, now that he was living in much tighter quarters with his siblings, (plus one cat, who was thankfully at work right now), he really couldn’t get away with awkwardly attempting to address his own battle scars without someone else stumbling into the bathroom to witness his dumb struggle.
@minifrenchfry-kabbit
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@fynntasticdaddy from xXx
A squeak escapes him as his tails yanked, shooting white-hot pleasure up his spine, and heart shaped eye-lights flare to magenta-brilliance. Despite himself, satisfaction sparkles in said eye-lights. That groan had been paired with Fynn’s control visibly shattering right before his eyes; he couldn’t be more delighted.
Speaking of; as they’re sent tumbling down into the blanket of flowers, he can’t help but express his delight with a little squeal that quickly morphs into laughter. Petals frame his vision, cradling him as he’s pinned, and giving him quite the view of Fynn’s wrathful decent.
Delighted giggles turn to a gasp as fangs pierce his femur, right along one thick stripe. The magic that oozes from the punctures is quickly claimed, the messy drag of Fynn’s tongue up the sensitive stripe soothing the ache with pinpoint pleasure. It was a beautifully lewd sight.
Thank fuck he hadn’t worn his fishnets today.
Eye-lights lock onto the complicated swirl of colors in Fynn’s eyes, taking a moment to admire the lovely view, very aware that he’s being eyed up like a full course meal. Hands drag over him, quickly replaced by Fynn’s hips. He smiles, giggling self-satisfied as he feels just how excited Fynn already was. The low purr pervading Fynn’s voice sends a shiver through his bones, but even the use of his full name can’t tame the giggles as he answers.
“Who, me?”
The leg not captured by Fynn is put to good use; helping him push up off the ground to rut his pelvis against that sought out prize. His tail curling up to drag against the bit of thigh it could reach.
“Whatever are you talking about~”
While simple curiosity had brought on this little teasing session, he had to admit, the outcome was playing out marvelously. Fynn had him pinned and basically bent in half, and, honestly, it was exactly what he’d been hoping for.
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@fynntasticdaddy from xxx
That rosy eye-light glitters down at the other’s lovely multi-hued gaze in a way that is... probably a little more hungry than it should be. Considering he did just get off getting off when Fynnie had sauntered his pretty ass into the office.
He was pretty sure Fynn hadn’t seen him... but, it’d felt like he’d just had a fucking shot of caffeine or something. God, it had been hard to not just bounce into Fynn’s office, damn everything else. But there was paperwork to do, and he’d reaaaally rather avoid looking like a desperate bitch in heat in front of Kitten.
So, he’d done the bare minimum before he’d bolted instead. You know, like an overeager bitch in heat instead of just desperate.
Well fuck, maybe he was a little to eager. But, Fynn had been gone- had been unwell- for days, and he hadn’t really seen him since... well. That near week of strange, exhilarating bit of fun spent (mostly) in bed.
Call him selfish, (cause he really was, a very, very selfish little brat), but he wanted Fynn all to himself for awhile. Everyone else could screw themselves.
He curls into Fynn’s hold, soul glowing brighter the way it usually did when the other was so close (or was calling him by that name). Hell, even the light petting down his spine was enough to get his markings glowing, a soft pink light shimmering brighter with each soft brush of those very skilled fingertips.
“Hmm...” A thoughtful tilt of his skull as he thinks, sockets half-lidded. “There’s a lot of things I’d be content with you doing to me.”
One hand trails up the others chest, curling around his neck to play with the soft tufts of hair along the base of his head. The other traces the lines along the others back, not felt through Fynn’s shirt, but simply remembered.
“Mmph, I suppose this is fine, for now. I’m... a touch to sore for much else at the moment.” He admits, shoulders sagging with a sigh.
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@fynntasticdaddy from xXx
This was why being subtle was bullshit. Guess he really should’ve tried harder than he had to get Fynn to come watch him dance.
But... it was his first time back after the stupid night of the accident that actually got them to talk about shit! His first debut dance after the subsequent leak of said incident nearly drove him away from the club in the first place! He hadn’t considered for a moment that maybe Fynn wouldn’t come to watch all on his own...
As he’s wrapped up in Fynn’s arms, and apologetic words are said, he still can’t bring himself to look up at him properly. Least the other see the hurt that he no doubt hadn’t even meant to cause in his eyes.
It was stupid. He shouldn’t even feel like this. Fynn had listened to him babble beforehand. When it was about time, all he’d told Fynn was, see you out there, before he’d went to prep. And the routine had even been one he’d done before.
Fynn’d obviously been very absorbed in his computer work. It was incredibly backed up, he’d said this before; it was probably something he should focus on working through. It was fine.
Swallow the disproportionally sized anger back down, Rohan, before you do something stupid again.
So, Rohan takes a steadying breath as he glances up, his single eye-light a harsher pink in response to the piss-baby emotions twisting his Soul into knots. Stares at Fynn’s stupid adorable face. And considers his offer for a moment.
“Hm... I suppose, as an apology, that would be adequate enough...” He grumbles, gazing drifting to one side in thought.
Then, gaze snapping back to Fynn with intent, he surges up and in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around Fynn with a small growl. All that pissy energy is channeled into roughly licking his way into the others mouth, using one of his best assets to thoroughly ravage that delicious, intoxicating mouth.
Then, before Fynn can try to turn the tables, he’s pulling back with a small drag of his teeth against the bots lower lip. As he’s licking the others drool off his teeth with that peachy-tongue, he adds in a low purr.
“As long as you’ll be buying, of course.”
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x - @minifrenchfry
His spine twinges some at his brothers squeezing, but it’s nothing that he can’t ignore, since the bruising had faded somewhat over the last few hours. Sometimes it was good to have a hyperactive soul speed up your healing process- a normal carrier probably would have felt those for a few days...
That particular nickname brings small smile to his skull and a few wags to his tail. The smile is distracted though; he’s already focusing most of his attention back onto the task at hand.
“Hmm... is it? Not sure when I woke up- I got in rather late.”
Stretching one arm to keep a hold of Sans, he lets go of him with the other to get back to his task. His brother was light enough, he really didn’t hinder the process of leaning further into his closet to snatch another old forgotten book to add to the pile.
“My sleep schedule is going to be off from yours again, you know. I’m going back to working rather late into the night soon enough. This really is early in the day for me!”
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@minifrenchfry-bun from xXxXx
"No... Yes. Maybe. I don't know," Rohan mumbles from his position loosely curled around Desi. "Just didn't want to be alone, I guess."
He honestly thought his brother was asleep when he’d seen him sprawled out on the couch. Wouldn’t be the first time Des’d done such a thing, especially after an appointment. Considering that he'd done one just that morning, by all accounts, Desi should have been conked out.
His brother needed the rest. And here he was, disrupting that thanks to his own bullshit. Goddammit...
"Sorry I woke you... I know you need your rest right now."
Waving his brother off to his appointment. Ignoring the stares crawling down his back. The notification going off on his work app... Oliver’s apologetic face as he handed him the papers, his words fading into a distant murmur as he read two simple little words:
Applicable Applicants.
That singular heart shaped eye-light stares blankly ahead, seeming to look at everything and nothing at once. Being trapped in his own head was a certain sort of hell. It was better that he wasn't alone for a bit.
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@akulabite
Well, he’s home late now, isn’t he?
Slinking into the living room as quiet as he can feels kinda ridiculous, so he stops after those initial tip-toes in with a huff of laugh. He’s old enough now, there’s no reason to have those sorts of impulses.
Of course, he’s also been gone for... what, most of five days straight? Sure it was for a fuckfest that literally everyone in the house knew about, but. Maybe that’s whats making him nervous.
Well. There was also about a million-and-one questions spinning ‘round his skull. Not that anyone here could help him with that.
There’s a noise further in the house as he’s hanging up his jacket in the closet. He pauses to listen with a tilt of his head.
Was that... maybe in the kitchen..? Yeah, seemed that way. Hmm... now was as good a time as any to announce his return, and who better than the houses infamous late night snacker?
“Hello..? Is that you, sissy? I’m home..!”
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@akulabite from xXx
Each moment that his text wasn’t answered only served to frustrate him more. He’d already been standing here for several minutes waiting for Undyne, and each curious glance tossed his way was starting to get to him. Didn’t they have more important things to do then stare at the ho waiting for his lift?
He was soooo close to just giving up on her and walking home, even if he really didn’t want to go home so early, when his phone finally goes off. Digging it out of his bag and unlocking it in one fluid motion, he glares down at her response.
Oh, oooh yeah, she was absolutely just around the corner. Uh huh. Like he believed that for a second. The hell was this ‘something’ that made her so late, and left him standing here like a dumb ass for fifteen minutes?
Well, at least she’d remembered they were supposed to hang out.
He pushes off the wall with an aggravated huff and starts to make his way over to the pickup/drop-off parking out front, weaving his way around the monsters milling about waiting either for others or for a elevator lift to free up. By the time he makes it to the sliding doors, he’s pretty sure he can hear the moped pulling up, and doesn’t even bother to look at his phone when it goes off again.
A quick scan is enough to spot his sisters rather unique hair, and he stomps over before she’s even finished putting away her phone. Focused as he was on conveying his annoyance, he absolutely did not notice the bandaged hand.
“Whatever ‘something’ was that kept you, it better’ve been good. You said you’d be here, and you had me waiting for ages.” He griped, skull set to an obvious pout.
“And now I’m starving!” Eager to get going, he doesn’t hesitate to hop on behind her on the moped, making sure his purse is secure before wrapping his arms around her. “C’mon, I got my ho money today and I hate being hangry, lets go eat junkie cafe food or something.”
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[piggyback] (minifrenchfry)
You know, for as long as he was stuck here, he really should have at least tried to clean things up. Or, keep his things organized in any way shape or fashion.
It looks like his closet had a mini storm go through it; shoes are not with their pairs, clothes are just lying on the ground alongside extra sheets and old books. Such a mess past Rohan had created here.
And, well, seeing this after practically living at Fynn’s scattered mess of a house for a week, he feels it might be nice to tidy something up a bit.
That’s where he is- on his knees, pulling out the books and stacking them in such a way that it props his door open- when a lithe weight jumps onto his back.
A squeak of surprise, then a small amount of panic as the only one small enough and bratty enough to randomly jump on their brothers back begins to slip off him; he was wearing a rather slick silk shirt, after all. He instinctively drops what he was doing and leans forward slightly, hands flying back to steady Sans before he fell (and possibly dragged him down with).
“This is quite the way to greet your little brother, Sansy.” He says, adjusting said brothers weight so he could properly curl has arms around his neck. “With a sneak attack? This early in the day? ...wait, what time is it?”
@minifrenchfry
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"There's something I need to tell you, i'm just...not sure how. But, I'd like to try." (Fynn)
@fynntasticdaddy
"...is.. this why you've been so off tonight? You've been tense and kinda standoffish all evening..."
Pink eye-light settling on Fynn and mouth set in a worried little frown, Rohan tilts his head, leans forward, and puts a hand gently on his boyfriends shoulder. Hopes the light touch maybe somehow helps... but it probably doesn't.
"Hey, you know I'm not going anywhere, right? If you're not sure how... I'm here the rest of the night. Or just on the other end of a door. Or a simple text away."
He tries to smile soft and gentle, despite the anxiety twisting his soul into knots. "I'm here to listen whenever you're ready, is all I'm saying."
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