fourteen / action for rose / derp derp squee posts too much
[It's late, entirely too late for someone sane to be up. Especially a thirteen year old but hey, it's not like there are any parents here. Or that his Bro ever forced a rule like that back home. Bro was... Bro. Bro did his own thing, likewise for Dave and well. When shit happened, shit happened, Bro took care of it--
But that was not the point of this.
The point of this was that he was off to wish his paradox sister a happy valentine's day despite the fact that, hey, it's past midnight and no longer Single's Awareness Day. So here he is, still dressed in his tux from earlier but with the tie undone and a pair of headphones over his ears as he listens to the music on his pokegear. Sneakers slapping against the floor as he walks down the hall towards Rose's hotel room when he gets off the elevator.
A knock, and he realizes his thoughts have been kind of long-winded today but ah that doesn't really matter right now, does it?
...
He wonders if she's awake. Someone has to psycho analyze him, at least.]
But that was not the point of this.
The point of this was that he was off to wish his paradox sister a happy valentine's day despite the fact that, hey, it's past midnight and no longer Single's Awareness Day. So here he is, still dressed in his tux from earlier but with the tie undone and a pair of headphones over his ears as he listens to the music on his pokegear. Sneakers slapping against the floor as he walks down the hall towards Rose's hotel room when he gets off the elevator.
A knock, and he realizes his thoughts have been kind of long-winded today but ah that doesn't really matter right now, does it?
...
He wonders if she's awake. Someone has to psycho analyze him, at least.]