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[wandcrng]

Strange, that the little lab rat was wont to gently place Blinky aside, because very few things were above said cat in order of favour. So it was that she made grabbing hands at the big, tough Wanderer from the comfort of her seat wordlessly - she wanted to be affectionate.

The hands made contact unexpectedly as he cooked. So absorbed in his craft, the tall man rarely ever noticed anything outside of what he was working with. Once the contact was made, all focus removed itself from the fish he was prepping for the sushi they were to have for dinner, and he looked over to the culprit.

With a chuckle, Rover lifted Fleurette onto the counter next to him, planting a kiss on her nose as she settled in, muscles barely even flexing at her weight. His little blind love was looking healthier these days, and for that he was thankful, so he put another little kiss on her neck.

“Did you move the cat to be near me, bellissimo (beautiful)? That is quite the compliment.” He gave her thigh a squeeze before getting back to work, his button up shirt tight to his body. It’s hard to find things in his size these days.

[wandcrng]

“The screams all sound the same.”

For once, he agreed with Zero.

Rover wondered how they’d gotten to this topic. Even with their obvious dislike toward each other they wouldn’t stop talking. And somehow, they’d begun to talk about the deaths they caused. And Zero was right.

Towards the beginning of his tenure as a Wanderer, Rover had to deliver a couple bombs. He never asked what the package was as a young Wanderer, and that caused him to hesitate occasionally after the explosion. And the screams kept coming. He would stop and turn briefly, wanting desperately to help before Finder grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to continue running. After Finder’s passing, Rover had to steel himself when it came to Death Deliveries.

So he agreed. He nodded his head at what Zero claimed. The explosions were all the same, the screams were all the same. And he hated that thought.

[wandcrng]

“Just grab a hold of my hand.”

Lothric’s voice had always been intriguing to Rover. It’s childish tenor intonation was out of place compared to what his brother’s sounded like before the curse hit them. He’d heard it a few times while he was delivering his wares around the castle, and he always stopped to listen to it just a little.

And now, he’d caught Lothric and Lorian in the middle of what seemed to be the pair practicing some new kind of maneuver. The Unkindled that traveled through the Firelink Shrine had given him news that the Twin Princes worked in conjunction in combat, and Rover believed as such when he wandered upon them.

Luckily for him, they were absorbed in whatever they were doing. He felt the presence of a Door not too far from where he stood, though he would be running right into the room the Princes were in. There was a brief flash of light before an exasperated sigh from the Younger Prince, and Rover used this frustration to dash to the Door, flipping it open with his foot and diving into it as Lorian turned and raised his weapon.

Rover had passed by them, this time.

[wandcrng]

" You know, I still don't think you're human under all these layers. Maybe you're rotting away under there.. " Her voice dips low, a swaying gait as she steps herself very close, personal space ignored. He looms over her, though all she does is stare with that lone pink eye, head tilting thoughtfully. She's searching, analyzing, a verbal and mental nudge to test his waters. She feels though, that under all that shadow, his eyes are very much locked with her own.

Her immediate closeness is abrasive in his mind. No one is allowed this close. Relationships are useless; they slow down your deliveries. Finder was a clear indicator of how even platonic relationships can slow you down just enough to where you don’t dodge that bullet. Just enough so that you can’t get to that Door your partner is at. Romantic relationships would be infinitely worse.

And it’s for this reason that he steps back instantly out of anger and distrust. The way she moves, the years of his forced emotional solitude does grant her the eye contact she felt was there. Where once there was barely any space between them, there was now enough room for fists to connect. He doesn’t trust her; at all. He needed to be ready.

“Human or not, the hood doesn’t come off.” He replies, choosing a rumbling Scottish.

His other personalities rattled away in his head. He liked the Scot, it’s deep baritone was always comforting, even if his chest didn’t rumble with it’s pitch. The Scot didn’t trust easy, but he was all the more entertaining if he did trust you. While the Celt could drink you under the table and the Irishman could send you into a riot, the Scot could get you to laugh and sing and dance with him just by virtue of his voice and actions.

The eye contact doesn’t break, and in the night sky with the flickering lights, there’s a brief flash of that single piercing blue eye. But behind it, with no more than a heartbeat where it was seen, was pure, unending pain.

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“ Well, I suppose most of the people who come to these parties are idiots.“

A chuckle escaped his form, the hood that adorned his head shifting slightly as his head lowered in humor. Lothric had never been one for the galas his father held, Rover knew that by word of mouth. He caught the twins as the escaped to get some fresh air, pulling a Door aside somewhere in the Undead Settlement and appearing down the hall from the princes as they made their way out.

He couldn’t stop himself from making the sound. After all, who knew that Prince Lothric would say such a thing of his guests. Though, when your father is slowly descending into madness, you could probably get away with a lot.

But if there’s one thing that Cornyx and Greirat taught him, it was silence. If he was to do his job properly, he needed to be quiet. And he just broke that rule. He heard Lorian shift on his knees as he turned to face the sudden noise. Rover, already sensing the danger, slunk into the shadows of the fading sun, becoming all but invisible for the time being. Silence. 

[wandcrng]

a chunk of pale blue fluorite

He’s elated. He takes it and puts it in a pile labeled “Give to Quarry.” It’ll be a great necklace.