Going home plot
Rock couldn't wait to get home. It had been so long that this almost seemed like a dream. It felt kind of weird really. His life, the way it was now, was what he'd grown use to. It had gotten weirder and at the same time been the closest he'd ever been to normal. Going home would change things again, change his lifestyle, how he went about things. But as weird as it felt, this was going to be a good change. He'd be able to go back and forth. He wouldn't loose anybody or have to choose - both things he'd silently worried about in the past.
There were important things he needed to do once back as well, like find Blues. That right there seemed like an impossible task, but he'd find a way. He needed to know what came of Wily's robots. That seemed like another almost impossible task. But Wily was dead and Rock guessed that cleaning up after the man was his job as well.
But the work that still needed to be done wasn't all difficult. Some of it was even silly. His room for example, the one he'd stayed in for so long, had a lot of stuff that he had back home-home as well. It'd just take up space, and be kind of a waste to keep for himself really. But he didn't want to just get rid of it. After some consideration though, he had a few people in mind to give stuff to. The room still needed to be cleaned for him to be able to actually sort through stuff however - not something Rock was keen on doing.
After shoving things into a few piles, Rock was ready to call it quits. He'd rather do homework then this. But going out to play sounded even better. And once he retrieved his soccer ball from beneath a mound, he was knocking on Bass' door.
There were important things he needed to do once back as well, like find Blues. That right there seemed like an impossible task, but he'd find a way. He needed to know what came of Wily's robots. That seemed like another almost impossible task. But Wily was dead and Rock guessed that cleaning up after the man was his job as well.
But the work that still needed to be done wasn't all difficult. Some of it was even silly. His room for example, the one he'd stayed in for so long, had a lot of stuff that he had back home-home as well. It'd just take up space, and be kind of a waste to keep for himself really. But he didn't want to just get rid of it. After some consideration though, he had a few people in mind to give stuff to. The room still needed to be cleaned for him to be able to actually sort through stuff however - not something Rock was keen on doing.
After shoving things into a few piles, Rock was ready to call it quits. He'd rather do homework then this. But going out to play sounded even better. And once he retrieved his soccer ball from beneath a mound, he was knocking on Bass' door.