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He had been curled under his duvet while tapping away on his tablet while the fabric kept the light from escaping his fabric cave and disturbing his temporary room mate. Wireless earbuds nestled in his ear to play music quietly to just himself as he gambled away into the early hours of his morning.
It was the lull in music when he heard a noise that caused him to turn his head. A strange whimper that felt out of place in the room as he sat up causing the blanket to fall and blue light to leak into the room.
It was clear when his eyes fell on Jinx the other was in great distress. He chewed his lip unsure if he should pull over the blanket on his head and return to his games. Knowing Jinx may feel embarrassed by him revealing he saw this moment of fragileness. Also it would be awkward…
But in the end a sigh left his lips as he heard another whimper. Stepping from his bed he moved to Jinx’s and reached a hand to the other shoulder shaking the Pomefoire student. “O-oi…wake up.” He demanded ready to duck from any flying fists.
Before Jinx was cursed, the details were muddy, unclear. He was in his nightgown, his long hair a mess from bed. Usually he would have it in a braid to avoid tangles, but he didn’t want to ask anyone for help for fear of appearing ungrateful. His eyelids were droopy with sleep, but he walked willingly alongside the hulking figure of a royal guard. Notably, he didn’t have shoes on. Maybe if he had stopped to grab his shoes, he would have had time to come to his senses and realized something was off.
They didn’t walk to his mother’s cottage, he was sure of that. A carriage then? The dream skipped over travel in the way dreams often do. Everything becomes fuzzy and unclear for a moment, and then they refocus on the outer exterior of a cottage.
He knew it well, they had been here before many times for “camping trips” and vacations away from what he now understood as the iron grip of his grandmother. The outer walls were painted a soft pink, same as the stone walls of Sol. It was decoratively adorned with paintings his mother had done, and a few that him and Lucian had contributed. A sky full of lanterns, the moon and the sun, a field of flowers, all sorts of things that had reminded her of home. If you checked the bottom right corner of the front of the house there were a couple of small painted handprints with two bigger handprints next to them.
Even though it was meant to be away from Sol, it wasn’t too far. But it was far enough that no one would bother them. Did his mother feel guilty for trying to get away? Maybe that’s why they stayed just barely out of reach.
Now he was in the living room. There was a big comfy couch with an awful pattern that his mom and dad used to fight all the time about. Not actual arguments, but playful, teasing tiffs about when they were going to replace it. He sat and tried to adjust his nightgown while the guard paced. It was improper for a lady to let her skirt ride up, and at that time, he was a little lady.
They spoke, but the conversation is lost to time. He can’t recall the words because they didn’t matter. He felt a bit nervous being in the cottage again without his mom and dad but he was hushed with the reassurance that his grandmother would be there soon.
Wake up.
He felt suddenly as if he were meant to be somewhere else right now. But he could only hop off the couch and follow when asked, to the basement.
You moron, wake up!
But his grandmother would be there soon.
It was as if he were being held down in that very moment, forced to listen to the creaking stairs.
The basement was an unfinished playroom of sorts. His parents worked together on it, but towards the end, his father was working more and more frequently and it wasn’t a project one person should do alone. There were still supplies, some unopened cans of paint, his father’s toolbox. His stomach lurched when he laid eyes on it.
“I don’t want to be here,” he said, his voice small, “I want to wait for Grandma outside.”
“She told me she would meet you here.”
No.
The man goes upstairs and leaves him alone in a playroom that would never be finished.
He catalogued the cold feeling of concrete beneath his feet, the open insulation in some parts of the walls. He marched over to the only finished corner of the basement and plopped down, with his back against the wall. He felt like crying but couldn’t name why.
He tried really hard to wake up, but he was held in place again.
The dream shifts to the feeling of needles down his back. Something was burning into him, through him, and a scream died in his throat halfway through. He couldn’t move, but something was scraping its way down his back. Tears pricked his eyes and he tried to wriggle free. It was nothing but a bone deep pain and all he could do was stare.
His hair in his eyes. The gray concrete floor. The wood beams in the walls, oak, possibly? The taste of iron in his mouth. The cotton candy pink of the insulation that he had to be warned not to touch, let alone eat. The coolness in the air. Paint cans. His father’s toolbox. The stairs leading away from here.
But the worst was yet to come, and as the curse mark became complete, a foreign magic had-
“O-oi, wake up.”
His eyes snapped open at the sudden hand on his shoulder. Immediately he felt his heart was beating a mile a minute and he was drenched in sweat. He sits straight up and kicks away the blankets, breathing deeply. He almost forgot he had
“Hey, uh, R-Rove,” he scolded himself for his staggered speech, “What’s going on, buddy? Can’t sleep?”
Play it off, play it off, play it off.
@rove-bogge
#rove bogge#ic#will tag as needed#this is retroactive during ramshackle roommates era#starter#?#also put a break in bc long post#god bless
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ortho appeared delighted by rove's company. the ruffle he gave to his head of soft flames caused a warm, bright laughter.
ah this was fun! rove was fun! he liked having friends.
the android was bursting with ideas on what they could do next. something exciting and fun. he wanted to knock rove's socks off, impress him!
he'd have to order a few things though. ortho summoned to digital screens he began typing away at. his attention was glued to them until, rove spoke.
I guess I disgust him so much that my mere touch sent him into a panic attack.
ortho blinked slow.
his digital screens disappeared as he looked over to rove. for having digital eyes, they expressed such sympathy for his friend.
❝ ... rove- ❞ just as the android began to formulate his own response, the other tried to move on from his words completely.
but ortho wasn't having it.
he reached out and took rove's hand.
❝ I want to tell him that too. all the time. ❞
oh, that wasn't a lie by any means. having watched idia grow up alongside him, he'd seen his highs and his lows.
low points could be horrible at a time. incoherent sobbing and desperate sobbing, just being able to breathe— he'd seen it all.
❝ nii-san... struggles but, something like that doesn't reflect on how he sees you as much as you think. ❞
he gave rove's hand a light squeeze.
❝ at home it's just been he and I, ortho and idia against the world. so... being around so many new people will take time to adjust. trust me, he doesn't find you disgusting. ❞
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He had uttered he couldn't swim a bit to loudly as he was stood in some swimming trucks shivering on the pool side. His toes curling as he stared at the water. Without his usual baggy clothes he looks skinny and small stitch markings running down his arms and from his hips to his ankles.
"I...I don't need to know how to swim..." He said looking at the other god it should be illegal to be that tall....or long... Those sharp teeth made him nervous as he shuddered looking down at the water again. He backed up again.
"Yeah no I'm good I'm sure if I end up in a situation where I end up in deep water that is life telling me to rage quit." He stuttered much like his housewarden. He was about to turn back when a ball collide with his face at force knocking him back with a mighty splash.
He inhaled water in shock scrambling onto anything he could to not drown inadvertently swallowing more water. Soon Jade would likely find a soaking wet Rove clinging to his torso shaking like a tiny puppy legs in a vice grip around him whimpering. "G-get me out I don't need to be shown anymore!" He spluttered coughing up water.
The school’s olympic-sized pool was certainly no ocean, but when the ocean wasn’t within reach, it was the next best thing. On days when the crowd was thin or nonexistent, its waters would offer temporary respite to a creature from the deep - sometimes two. But like a shoe that was somehow both too big and too small, it never did fit quite right, and often the only pleasure Jade got from it came from encounters like this one. The way the other student trembled as if the water was any deeper than a few feet, yet insisted that he had no need of the gift Jade was offering him. How truly dull life must be without the ability to indulge in even this simply joy, thought the eel.
Whether by fate or something else, a wayward beach ball made Rove’s decision for him. Jade ducked beneath the water to avoid the worst of the splash, but the other student’s thrashing churned it so that he could hardly see through it. Then those thin, clumsy limbs wrapped themselves blindly around him and laughter bubbled from his gills. How pitiful this was, and equally fascinating. He wanted to wait and watch how long it would take before Rove would flail those clumsy limbs again to try to reach for air on his own, to assess the limits of a human - newborn in the water - holding its breath. But the students of Octavinelle were nothing if not benevolent, so Jade broke the surface for him so that he wouldn’t drown on his own terror. He stayed well away from the walls of the pool, however.
Still the landwalker insisted that he didn’t need to swim. Jade’s teeth flashed behind his smile.
“If you’re certain about that, then surely you don’t need my help to get out either. The ladder--” which was about three feet away “--isn’t that far.”
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[COMPLIMENT] He had only been trying to get snacks ready for his poker game tonight. All he wanted was something sweet to chew on while he made several adults sweat like any normal person.
Somehow though he had ended up in close proximity with Floyd. Tall....very tall unpredictable and terrifying...not that he say that last one out loud.
Clutching the bag of sugary goodness to his chest though it was clear he was sweating under the other stare...40 cm's below him....how was it possible to be so freakishly tall... that was fair shouldn't be allowed he felt like a mere ant right now...though if he was an ant of his own height he have some freakishly good strength enough to yeet Floyd far away. He chuckled to himself likely drawing gaze making him squeak rather pathetically feeling himself seethe internally. He could dice words with Azul sure but the twins...they terrified him something about them screamed unhinged...
"Your...tall that is a sign of good health right?" He whimpered his grip on his candy tightening as he felt himself submit to the pressure.
Floyd's brain had been slugging through static as he glared at the rows of snacks before him. Azul had wanted him to get...something from Sam's shop, but the description had gone on so long that Floyd had lost track of exactly what it was Azul even wanted...He knew if he showed up back at the lounge empty handed, Azul would complain about it until Floyd went out again, but he really couldn't remember...
A snack might help his brain, right? Didn't someone smart say sugar was good for thinking? Floyd was totally sure he'd heard that somewhere once for sure.
There's a laugh at his side that drag Floyd's eyes downwards. This was one of those Ignihyde nerds, wasn't it? Floyd blinked slowly.
Tall? He was long, not tall.
"Eh...does Water Bug want to get taller?" A slow grin breaks across Floyd's face as he leans over the other student. He chuckles, slow and deep and tilts his head in the way he knows makes his teeth look even sharper. "I can help ya out with that...stand still and I can stretch you out nice and tall, okay?"
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🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL, 😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?, 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?
hear-no-evil - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?
oh, the worse thing? to hear that someone that they thought cared about them suddenly turns around and says "i never actually cared for you" or anything along those lines. especially if it's coming from a friend, or best friend or heck, even significant other if they ever get that far. the reason why this would hurt yuu a lot? because they've heard it before. from what had been their closest friends. they had finally managed to talk to their friends about themselves, the real yuu, and not the one that everyone thought they were. begged them to keep it a secret since they were still figuring themselves out, and yet the next day, all of their school seemed to know and ridicule them for it.
yuu never considers anyone a friend so easily after that. it's not them being cruel or naive, it's just them trying to protect themselves from that sort of situation happening again. because if they do let someone in and they end up hurting them just like their old friends did, then what's the point of trying?
they will, however, get along with people. they just won't be able to call them a friend. the same applies the opposite way as well, they could absolutely hate someone but won't call them an enemy or anything. because calling them that is yuu admitting that that person hurts them. and that's the last thing they want to admit.
fearful - when scared, do they go into “flight” or “fight”?
[aggressively points at the last answer] they punch. whether it is a genuine scare or someone just playing a joke on them doesn't matter, yuu's instinct is to punch anything that gets them to jump. if it's a person, they'll immediately apologise and probably tell them not to do that again. if it's an actual scary thing, then it only keeps their fear skyhigh. they become a lot more jumpy and even aggressive when in fear, especially in small spaces. but it does eventually get to a point where they do want to try running away. just be careful not to let it get too far.
there have been quite a few times they go into a full-on panic.
and i've answered the last one already!
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Observe >:3
Despite the ridiculous, unpredictable mayhem that he finds himself subjected to on a daily basis, Jamil’s morning routine remains a fixed constant.
A long list of tasks awaits him so, like clockwork, he rises at the break of dawn. After bathing, Jamil sits on the floor of his room, preparing for the day ahead.
Tucked away in the second drawer of his nightstand is a nondescript wooden box. Inside it sits an assortment of amber vials, all of which are neatly labelled in Jamil’s handwriting.
Citrus. Thyme. Dill. Cinnamon. Peppermint.
He selects one of the flasks and, with surgical precision, pours one or two drops of the thick substance it contains into a small bottle of distilled water. After the mixture is complete, he applies, as one would perfume, a touch on the back of his neck, his wrists, his elbows and knees.
It is true that, as a servant of the Asim family, Jamil strives to maintain a proper personal image, but this process —this ritual— repeated every morning without fail has little to do with any sort of preening.
Beyond being derived from staple fruits and spices, the common thread between the flasks of oil, of course, that they’re all natural bug repellents.
Yes, more than applying a fragrance, he’s preparing a defence mechanism.
Jamil’s room is armed with an arsenal of such devices; lamps, candles, and windows alike have all been all chosen or modified with the sole purpose of keeping insects at bay. His schoolbag, among other things, always contains bug spray. And repellent cream. And repellent wipes. And repellent soap. And so on.
Following the Sorcerer of the Sands example, Jamil prepares for every eventuality. How heavy his weaponry and armour for the day depends on one thing, and one thing only:
The amount of shared classes with Rove Bogge.
If he has learned anything about his fellow sophomore, it is that Rove is a living, breathing swarm of the accursed things, and Jamil doesn’t want to be anywhere near a 20 metre radius of the Ignihyde student if he can help it.
How anyone can live this way is beyond him. It is something that he could never hope to understand. He really, really, doesn’t want to, either.
Jamil looks over his schedule and braces himself for the damage.
(He’s already memorised it, but continues to check it every day, as if clinging to one last scrap of hope that today of all days might be different and that he’ll be spared from the horror.)
Plan with deep anticipation, says Scarabia’s motto.
So he packs an electric swatter, for good measure.
#🐍 { snake in the grass: ask games }#{it is almost 2 am and my brain is as fried as the bugs jamil is smacking with that swatter}#rove bogge
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A COUPLE OF PUMPKINS WERE NOTHING COMPARED TO WEIGHT TRAINING, placing as many as he could in the wheelbarrow. making use of space, that way there was no need for a second trip. a whole dorm to decorate, they’d be needing as many as they could get their hands on. a generous supply here, not even a basket’s worth would make a dent.
“ king of halloween, huh. ” he grumbled, little to impress when he’s watching him huff & puff over a couple of pumpkins. “ don’t sleep on it, ‘cause there’s other groups workin’ just as hard. ” a little bit of friendly competition never hurt nobody. jack wasn’t willing to roll over & allow this guy to think they were going to fall second over a title.
their own group was holding the coliseum, a bit of a stretch for their theme — but with the manpower they had, putting up a small structure in a matter of a week was no big feat. watching the struggle before him, it was making a lot of sense why their team would need a place like ramshackle. poor yuu, never catching a break — but he supposed they were used to it by now.
“ ’s not like you’re gunna get it there any other way. ” not with that struggle. leg strength wasn’t gunna save a guy like this, he was skipping every day of the week of exercise it seemed. course, with a wheelbarrow, strength was needed to lift the back end off the ground for the wheels to be of any use. ditching out of a job halfway wasn’t his style, and passing up on a bit of physical labor — coming off as lazy wasn’t for him either. doing it for the sake of helping this guy? now, that wasn’t his angle. he’d deny that one till he was red in the face.
with a light squeak of the rusty components starting to turn, he avoided the direct answer. if he followed, so be it. if not, it’d be waiting at ramshackle for him.
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A TASK THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN QUITE SIMPLE WAS TURNING INTO A NIGHTMARE, it was not as if he was holding him at gunpoint to put on his makeup. getting ready together seemed beneficial, since it would make the process quicker for the both of them. what he considered to be gentle, did not resonate with the ignihyde student — who was whining that his mannerisms were much too rough. “ cease the whining unless you have something useful to say. ”
unfamiliar with friendships including physical touch, no matter how small that may be — silver would have never complained so vehemently over a simple brush. “ this is the tool that you gave me, if it’s too rough, that is no one’s fault but your own. ” reaching for the stencil that was offered, this would make for less irritation with his partner who just could not seem to sit still. grabbing his chin, he is forced to angle up more — sebek is no small man; but this one appeared to be attempting to shrink into himself.
holding the small plastic square to his face, there is a perfect circle cut out of the center. one on the apple of rove’s cheek is simple, filling it in with only two dips of the paint brush into the palette. now the difficulty comes in matching the other side. forcing his head to tilt some back & forth, his gaze looking for the perfect spot. giving up after a few turns, he holds the brush flat across the blonde’s nose, using it as a means to measure the center point of each circle to be in the exact same place. “ if a clown is your intention, then a clown you certainly look. ”
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WHAT KIND OF HELLISH PROTOCOL?! ——— a snap of his jaw signs unbridled terror, agape and steadily growing in response to Rove’s quip that was, with time, really settling in. Blue ember crackling at the notion while drawing back his resting hand to instead quickly jolt forward, sifting through groups of organized windows / files to locate the one program he needed; a system of cameras, some around campus, but focusing specifically on the one outside his own door peering right at Rove's figure.
“D-Do you even know how your own programs run?! T-They can’t even be executed without functioning hardware!!!” he yelps, a volume no level of high-security door is trapping in any time soon.
Racking his head around the situation is turning into a mess he never could've expected to sit through. That protocol had to be impossible, right? Common as viral hacks were, they didn't execute without a respective catalyst. There was no way unless the computer was somehow still running, so doubt remained palpable. The only logical explanation lies in Rove having snagged equipment and smacking it into his own, but even that sounded far-beyond idiotic, or at least should've been impossible.
“A-And trying to schmooze me up with snacks isn’t really h-helping your case! Those are like, c-common items anyone can get..! Like, who are you trying to fool, dude?”
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He had been in the middle of feeding his bugs with the plan to go back and washing all his dishes once he was finished with the rather vast task when he received the rather passive aggressive warning from the housewarden of Octavanille. One that made him seethe instantly.
If it had been anyone else Rove likely would have waved them off with a 'i'll do it shortly' and continued with his feeding session.
But no...It was Azul... And that meant war.
Tongs still in hand Rove stood up marching to his door.
"Did you buy out the last of Sam's stock of Audacity Azul?" He shouted at the merboy Tongs still holding the cucumber slice he pointed threateningly at Azul. "Those dishes have barely sat there for five minutes. I will get to them when I have finished feeding my bugs!"
Azul inhales sharply. Gauche behavior is what he expects from an Ignihyde resident, his personality only a stone toss away from the impertinence of his housewarden. The sun, as it turns out, isn’t the only thing that dies before it can grace the frigidy of Ignihyde’s man-cave. Civility, sanitation, and common sense have all seemed to have found their graves at Ignihyde’s doorstep, thus depriving its residents of any social tact.
“Must I remind you of your station, Mr. Rove?” Azul sighs as he gives a shrug. “I am a housewarden and you are a titleless student.” Hands place themselves upon Azul’s hips, a glare directed at the other man. “Therefore, my word is the law. Mr. Idia may not enforce his position at Ignihyde, but that doesn’t give you the right to speak down upon the rest of us.” Pale eyes glance towards the tongs, a pathetic attempt of a threat.
“The dishes have barely been there for five minutes, you say, until ten minutes have passed! Then, twenty as you tend to something else. Should we all adopt your selfish mannerisms here, Mr. Rove, could you imagine the state of disarray our kitchen would be in?”
#rove-bogge#( ROVE WHY ARE YOU BEING MEAN TO HIM. HE IS LOOKING OUT FOR THE DORM. SMH )#･ . ✶ replies .#q.
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TO CALL THE NIGHT YOUNG would be a sore understatement. the impulse of stupidity and reckless abandon proved only to be the headmage’s horrid sense of teamwork. the moment that rook throws his thankfully dry robe over his shoulders, the magic settles into his vision — the heat of the once destroyed dining hall managing to rid any evidence of the earlier wrestling match between him and jamil. crowley’s voice, a final decision, leaves his mind only when the environment changes within seconds of a handclap. moments of a gasp pressed back into his throat. sage eyes fail to uphold a hesitant blink at the sudden tightness that grips at his ankle.
hunter reacts immediately, reaching out and grabbing the individual beside him, manicured fingers gripping tightly at the scruff of robes that ball into his fist. by instinct, rook pulls the individual toward him to knock them off balance, with the heart of survival. though he stops once he pulls the male forward slightly, hostile gaze softening into one of mild interest; the friendly curve of bow lips, the flash of small canines.
“ monsieur beetle, ” hunter breathes out with a smile, tightening his grip on rove’s robe collar, “ désolé, mon ami. small mistake! ” and for a moment, it is all he has to offer in speech. delighted gaze looking down to the pressure on his leg, surprisingly not shocked at the sight of magic carved into rope, neither upset at how it hugs both the leg of him and rove. rook does not forget that there is a blooming beauty in everything curious; the words stay within his mind when he lets go of rove’s collar and drops to a crouch. gloved fingers take the rope in hand and lightly tug once, twice, and a third time before trailing his touch to the knot around his leg.
rook hums, rubbing the knot’s material beneath his thumb and testing the strength of the fibers. “ unfortunate, truly. it seems that the rope is magically protected from any damage. ” he sighs and rises back to stand, awfully close to rove although the rope provides enough space for shoulders to not touch. hunter smiles hits alike the precision of a beloved arrow, direct in its attempt to discomfort rove. “ well, we will simply walk this responsibility together. and what a marvelous opportunity this is, hm? ”
slight concentration colors his face, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips. “ there are only so many places here where a key might be hidden. especially if we are to continue forwards with the idea of teamwork and cooperation. ” his frown does not stay forever. “ non, i’m sure that no matter the obstacle, we’ll be given many beautiful possibilities tonight. ”
a rose embroidered arrow reaches you, @rove-bogge !!
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It was like a set up to a bad joke… kinder
A clown walks into a library and meets a demon?
He totally wasn't taking his break to be nosey. He was curious to see what the.other houses had done. No ill intentions here at all. Also if he bumped into Jinx then it was a bonus.
As he entered he grinned slightly spotting Jinx with their back turned to him. Careful to not make a sound he mentally thanked Ortho for noting to removing the insides of the bells they wore so they didn't jingle.
Sliding up behind Jinx he tapped his magic pen to shift his eyes to black and green. A cute little illusion spell that was super hamdy right now as he raised his hands as if he was about to attack the other before taking in a breath.
"Boo!"
Finally able to get to his venue, he was getting into place. For some reason he couldn’t find his knife, and he knew if he couldn’t find it, Vil would be on his case for misplacing a literal weapon. Searching the library shouldn’t have been much of a hassle but there were already some people coming in and he didn’t want to raise any alarms.
He was ducking his head under tables and casually strolling the perimeter, retracing his steps to find where he could have dropped it. He caught the glint of metal behind some of the severed heads, and snatched it up. There it is! He wonders if he should get a wrist strap so the thing doesn’t get misplaced again-
“Shit!” He didn’t even realize someone was behind him before he registered some creep in a clown suit looming behind him. Without thinking, he swung his (empty) fist toward the guy’s face and only halfway through he realized it was Rove. Oops.
“Shit, Rove! What in the world were you thinking?” He says, waving around his knife, “I could have stabbed you, you idiot!”
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❌ Ortho <3 Who is you favourite Ignihyde member 8D
I don't have a favorite member! I hate everyone and harbor ill will to you all.
one day I'll get rid of you.
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ɢᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ? ɪ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ! >> Send a '🗑' for a Muse Shit Post Edit (Always Accepting!)
POV: Kalen tries to help Rove step out of his comfort zone by making new friends
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Floyd’s arm shot out to catch Rove’s shoulder before he could back away. Now, Floyd didn’t give a shit about someone bumping into him. Accidents happened after all, and he wouldn’t be a good example of a Sea Witch’s student if he didn’t show stumbling minnows some benevolent generosity.
But bumping into him and insults? Well he couldn’t just let that go unspoken.
“Aww, leaving so soon Water Bug?” Floyd grins wide as he looms in close, squeezing Rove’s shoulder tight so he couldn’t try and wriggle his way out of Floyd’s grasp. “We just ran into each other after all...I wanna make sure that I can heard just what you said clearly.”
Floyd snickered as he continued to close the space between them. “What was it you said just now? Mouth breather? Standing around? S’not very nice...you might just hurt a guy’s feelings, going around saying stuff like that...”
Floyd pouted. “You’re gunna make it up to me right? Huh? After all, it would be bad for our houses if we ended up with such a bad relationship...”
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It was hard work making the Ramshackle dorm look like a run down circus. Attaching a temporary tent to the side of the building and making it look like a big top had taken a lot of work to achieve but it was starting to take shape.
A real team effort.
Though this early Saturday morning Rove was alone as many of his dorm mates were still sleeping as Rove set up the fabric top pinning it in place with pegs into the ground. Thankful for magic to help him with the heavy lifting.
He was somewhat unaware that there was actual living residents in Ramshackle so as he walked inside to start sewing bunting in his makeshift workshop he jumped almost out of his skin when he spotted the blonde hair student standing there. He didn’t recognise the face as a fellow Ignihyde student….he was sure he knew most of them least by name and face…. He was puzzled for a moment before giving up. Clearly an Npc among npcs as his housewarden would coin it.
“Oi don’t stand there…help me decorate.” He barked, hands on hips scowling. He may only be a second year but he was the seven be damned Halloween rep of Ignihyde this year so his army of minions better listen.
yuu thought them agreeing to live in a rundown house like this was bad enough. recently they were told that the outside of the house may be used as a halloween attraction. yeah, sure, it looked creepy enough to fit in ... why not say yes? after all, that dreaded headmaster would probably make a fuss about it should they have said no. as long as they could still get to sleep, yuu and grim weren't fussed with it.
but they did have issues with someone trying to install whatever they were doing on a saturday morning. who on earth willingly wakes up early on a saturday?
the noise was what woke yuu up at first ; their companion still sound asleep. he had gotten way too accustomed to noise ... yuu would get the ghosts to come spook him awake later. right now, they just wanted to tell whoever was on their porch to run off like an angry elderly man and try and get some more sleep. but then they heard footsteps. inside their house. weren't they told they wouldn't have to worry about people coming inside? well, someone lied to them, then. it was reasons like this that yuu had kept a wooden bat at the bottom of the stairs ; something they had picked up on their way down and kept hidden behind their back.
now simply staring at this trespasser, yuu's eyes visibly narrowed at the sudden order to help decorate. they were forced awake, still tired and pissed off. not the combination of traits of someone you should be asking for help from. but regardless, they mustered up their best smile as they began slowly walking over. " oh yeah, sure, i'll help decorate ... " then all of a sudden, they lunged forward, grabbing onto the nearest piece of clothing the other had to drag him closer to them, now glaring at him.
the bat in their other hand was being shown off now, moving it in a fashion dangerously close to suddenly swinging at the stranger. not just because. but as a warning.
" yeah, right. why on earth would i help someone that just welcomed themselves into my house? you think barking orders at me will make me follow them? here's one of my own. how about you tell me why you're here before i make sure you won't think about coming back here? " yuu couldn't take any chances. even if this was someone simply trying to get help for decorating, the fact that they didn't even think to make sure it was okay to come inside got on their nerves. it was a defensive response, one that was probably gonna get them in a lot of trouble.
#— answered.#— in character.#// violence tw#rove-bogge#( sorry rove but you didn't give off friendly vibes...#so that means you get met with potential yuu violence. )
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