Roger had been going to show Mimi his shiny new magical toy when he got home.

He's got something better now. Something cute and cuddly!

"Mimi?" he calls as he shoulders open the door. "You home, baby?"

It's rather early for Roger to be up when he usually refuses to get up until around noon, but he is wide awake, sitting up in bed. Watching Mimi sleep. He's been sitting like this for a while now, and he's probably not going to move any time soon. Because he's not just looking in her direction, the way it's been since... before they were together ( Read more... )

Roger hasn't left his room for the past few days. It's not like he's handcuffed to the bed or anything (Mimi took off the handcuffs after he calmed down a little), but he just doesn't see any reason to leave. He does this when he's in a bad mood. This... is definitely one of his worse moods.

When Mimi enters her room, she may notice that a few things have changed since she was here last. Things like... Roger's clothes are in the drawers. There is a guitar case leaning against the wall. Oh, and Roger's sitting on the bed, holding his guitar and carefully trying to play something, hoping that the pain in his hand will go away if he just ( Read more... )

Roger manages to find his way to Mimi's room when he finally summons the energy to get off the couch, carefully making his way down the stairs, trailing his fingers along the wall and counting doorways until he reaches the right one - and then he knocks, hesitantly. He looks like shit, to be honest, and it's obvious to anyone that he's been crying ( Read more... )

Roger ducks as April throws a notebook at his head. Not that it would have really hurt him if it hit, but his girlfriend always did have a habit of turning generally non-aerodynamic objects into projectiles when she got in a mood. In any case, he is rapidly getting tired of this little mood she's in. So he slept with a groupie. Or… okay, more than ( Read more... )