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Text >>> Rocco
Layla: This is very true, I'm waiting for you to give me your pin and ask my father for permission to 'court' me.
Rocco: Yeah I'm probably not gonna do that... did you want me to do that?
Rocco: not the pin but like talking to your dad
thesashapierce:
“Very true… Lima is home, I guess,” she shrugged. Unlike Los Angeles, apparently. Keeping her smile, though, she changed the subject back to dogs. “They train all of the dogs that are here for longer than six weeks, and Hershey here has been with us for… how long, baby?” she laughed, petting the dog’s back. “I think three months now? It’s harder to get the older ones adopted, especially labs because no one wants to miss out on those adorable widdle puppy days, right, Hersh?” she laughed as the dog licked at her face again before turning its attention back to Rocco.
Sasha also looked back to Rocco and gave him a smile. “So what do you think? Think she’s the one for you?” she beamed, hand still gently scratching Hershey’s back. “She likes you, don’t you, girl?”
Whenever he imagined getting a dog he figured he’d end up with an older one, one that already knows what it’s doing. A dog old enough to teach him how to take care of another living creature. Hershey definitely was pulling on his heartstrings. She was sweet and you know what, she did like him and that was pretty much all Rocco needed to make his decision. Giving the ole girl a little kiss he looked over at Sasha with a smile he just couldn’t help. “Don’t know how you did it so quickly but yeah, she’s the one. She looks like she’ll put me in my place and I need that.” He said with a laugh.
Standing up he really didn’t even feel the need to look around any any other dog. Hershey was his dog. Probably was always going to be his dog. “Alright, what do I gotta do now to like, officially adopt her?” He asked, enthusiastic to make it to the next steps.
Text >>> Rocco
Layla: Hey...I'm going out for lunch and for a run, want to come? I know it's not like a real date or anything, but it could totally be fun and I will definitely make out with you for at least a minute.
Rocco: Sounds pretty close to a date, you know back in my day a hand hold meant marriage.
thesashapierce:
“True, it does have its good points. I spent a lot of time in L.A. growing up and I gotta say, somethin’ about this place is just…” she shrugged, head shaking as she chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know… it’s calming, right?” she said in agreement. She listened closely as he spoke, nodding and going over the dogs they had. When he said he didn’t mind an older dog, she knew exactly which one.
“I’ve got the perfect little angel for you! Come on,” she nodded and headed down to the older ones, kneeling in front of a chocolate lab, ruffling her ears and letting her give all the kisses she wanted with a laugh. “Come here!” she said, looking up at him. “Her name is Hershey and she’s three and she’s very sweet and kind, and she LOVES to go for runs, don’t you, Hershey?” she said to the dog whose tail wagged happily.
Nodding his head in agreement, Lima did have something about it that was calming, and yeah the gossip blog was kind of a pain in the ass but eventually that would fade and die and Lima would continue on. Maybe Rocco would still be there to see the end of that online rag. “Yeah I kinda get why all these like, celebrity kind of people, chose to come back here when they had their own families.” It was just that kind of place.
Following, Sasha down the line of dog crates, a dog did catch his attention and he was pleased when they stopped in front of it’s crate and he was that much more pleased to see her point that dog out for him. “I always wanted a lab when I was a kid.” He admitted, smile on his face he knelt down in front of Hershey and slowly stuck his hand out for her to sniff. Which she did an immediately after she let him pet her. She was soft and was already licking his hand. Despite having only interacted with her for a few seconds he found he was growing attached. “Hershey’s a good name for her, not just ‘cause she’s brown but you know, she’s pretty nice.” He said with a laugh as the dog started licking his face.
thesashapierce:
“Thank you! Oooh New York! That sounds exciting! Much more than here, anyway,” she said with a little wink, motioning for him to follow her away from the table and around to the adoption area. Since it was an adoption fair, they had set up pens to let the dogs similar in age play with one another and she stopped to watch the youngest puppies first.
“These guys are all just a few weeks old. We have all kinds of breeds, too, and some older dogs if you’re looking for ones that are a bit more chill,” she laughed softly. “Did you have a specific kinda dog you were looking for, Rocco from New York?” she said, nudging his elbow with hers, a bright smile on her face.
“I don’t know this place has it’s good points. Kinda nice, it not being like a huge ass city or whatever. Kinda quiet.” Plus, somehow this place had a way of making you feel like you were home. At least for him. Which wasn’t something he’d been expecting, but at the moment he was ready to put some roots down, get a dog, get a better place, make something real out of himself. Of course in the back of his mind he was always thinking about the life he’d ditched. Not the people, but the life. No way that shit wasn’t going to catch up to him at some point.
“I don’t know, I was just thinking something kind of big. I’m a big dog guy. One that could run with me. An active dog I guess.” He explained without even realizing he’d thought much about what kind of dog he wanted. “I good with an older dog, doesn’t have to be a pup or anything.” He tacked on. Lately he’d felt a bit, God help him, lonely, but that wasn’t too surprising his mother’s birthday was coming up, and it was really weighing on him.
thesashapierce:
Turning to the man who interrupted, Sasha smiled a bit more genuinely at him, nodding. “Yeah, totally. I volunteer here, so I can help with everything except the actual payment, but if you give me just a sec to finish up with this lovely lady, I can help you find the perfect pup!” she said excitedly, eyes lingering a bit too long maybe, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Getting the signature from the older woman, Sasha thanked her and handed her a small bag of coupons and other goodies and wished her well with a wave. Turning back to the man, she stuck out her hand for him to shake, smiling brightly, “I’m Sasha, and you are?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s be awesome, thanks, man. I mean chick-- I mean girl, I mean.... just thanks actually.” He corrected himself with a laugh. Letting her finish up with the lady she’d been helping, Rocco felt his phone vibrate. Taking ti out of his pocket, he saw it had died. Shit, shoulda charged the damn thing before i left the freaking house. Normally he wouldn’t have cared but these days, texting was pretty much the only way he could talk to his non girlfriend.
But she was, whatevering with someone else, so he was allowed to let a hot chick help him get a damn dog. Accepting the hand offered to him he gave a firm shake, “That’s a beautiful name, Sasha. I’m Rocco, original New Yorker.” Every time he meant someone new he always had to immediately mention where he was from. it was a New Yorker thing he suspected.
thesashapierce:
“So, one signature here and that’s one more animal that can be moved from the Colony Vets’ 72-hour waiting room to a no-kill shelter. You don’t even have to donate money or adopt them! It’s a win-win!” Sasha said, smiling her fake smile that had become more of her ‘real’ smile than she cared to admit.
It had been an impulse decision. Well, kind of. I mean, Rocco had always wanted a dog, growing up he could never have one because the apartments him and his mom stayed in either had a fee or straight up didn’t allow animals, but now he lived in a pet friendly apartment complex and he had a decent paying job. Plus a dog might keep people away from his place.
Walking over to the person who looked the most in charge, he found it was a chick, probably around his age, and she was pretty hot, like it was a little distracting how much. “Hey, my bad for interrupting but I was looking to get a dog. Could you help me with that? Or... I mean, do you work here?” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he cleared his throat, just trying not to make a freakin’ idiot out of himself.
Philosophy Asks
1. Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?
2. If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?
3. To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?
4. Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?
5. Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?
6. What one piece of advice would you offer to a newborn infant?
7. Where is the line between insanity and creativity?
8. What is true happiness?
9. What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?
10. What makes you, you?
11. What is the truth?
12. What is reality?
13. Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?
14. What makes a good friend?
15. Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?
16. Who defines good and evil?
17. What is the difference between living and being alive?
18. Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?
19. Who decides what morality is?
20. How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?
21. What is true strength?
22. What is true love?
23. Is a family still relevant in the modern world?
24. What role does honour play in today’s society?
25. If money cannot buy happiness, can you ever be truly happy with no money?
26. How do you know your perceptions are real?
27. How much control do you have over your life?
28. What is freedom?
29. Isn’t one person’s terrorist another person’s freedom fighter?
30. What happens after we die?
31. What defines you?
32. What do people strive for after enlightenment?
33. Do we have a soul?
34. What is intelligence?
35. How should people live their lives?
36. If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?
37. Is trust more important than love?
38. Is it easier to love or be loved?
39. Is it better to love and lose or never to love?
40. Do aliens exist?
41. The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?
42. If everything evolved from amoebas, how does the world still have amoebas?
43. Is life all a dream?
44. When does consciousness begin?
45. What are numbers?
46. Can we have happiness without sadness?
47. How did the universe begin?
48. Is there a supreme power?
49. What is education?
50. What will happen at the end of the world?
51. Is there a reason to life?
52. Where does the soul live?
53. Is it more important to be liked or respected?
54. Does sound happen if nothing is present to hear it?
55. What is infinity?
56. Where does the universe end?
57. Does observation alter an event?
58. Does the Law of Attraction exist?
59. How does gravity work?
60. Where were people before they were born?
61. What is beauty?
62. Where do thoughts come from?
63. Is mind or matter more real?
64. What is time?
65. How can people believe in truths without evidence?
Philosophy Asks
1. Is it worse to fail at something or never attempt it in the first place?
2. If you could choose just one thing to change about the world, what would it be?
3. To what extent do you shape your own destiny, and how much is down to fate?
4. Does nature shape our personalities more than nurture?
5. Should people care more about doing the right thing, or doing things right?
6. What one piece of advice would you offer to a newborn infant?
7. Where is the line between insanity and creativity?
8. What is true happiness?
9. What things hold you back from doing the things that you really want to?
10. What makes you, you?
11. What is the truth?
12. What is reality?
13. Do you make your own decisions, or let others make them for you?
14. What makes a good friend?
15. Why do people fear losing things that they do not even have yet?
16. Who defines good and evil?
17. What is the difference between living and being alive?
18. Is a “wrong” act okay if nobody ever knows about it?
19. Who decides what morality is?
20. How do you know that your experience of consciousness is the same as other people’s experience of consciousness?
21. What is true strength?
22. What is true love?
23. Is a family still relevant in the modern world?
24. What role does honour play in today’s society?
25. If money cannot buy happiness, can you ever be truly happy with no money?
26. How do you know your perceptions are real?
27. How much control do you have over your life?
28. What is freedom?
29. Isn’t one person’s terrorist another person’s freedom fighter?
30. What happens after we die?
31. What defines you?
32. What do people strive for after enlightenment?
33. Do we have a soul?
34. What is intelligence?
35. How should people live their lives?
36. If lying is wrong, are white lies okay?
37. Is trust more important than love?
38. Is it easier to love or be loved?
39. Is it better to love and lose or never to love?
40. Do aliens exist?
41. The structure of DNA appears to be intelligently designed, what are the implications?
42. If everything evolved from amoebas, how does the world still have amoebas?
43. Is life all a dream?
44. When does consciousness begin?
45. What are numbers?
46. Can we have happiness without sadness?
47. How did the universe begin?
48. Is there a supreme power?
49. What is education?
50. What will happen at the end of the world?
51. Is there a reason to life?
52. Where does the soul live?
53. Is it more important to be liked or respected?
54. Does sound happen if nothing is present to hear it?
55. What is infinity?
56. Where does the universe end?
57. Does observation alter an event?
58. Does the Law of Attraction exist?
59. How does gravity work?
60. Where were people before they were born?
61. What is beauty?
62. Where do thoughts come from?
63. Is mind or matter more real?
64. What is time?
65. How can people believe in truths without evidence?
“Son of a bitch,” Gunner wasn’t shy, he never really had been. Generally he voiced happiness in a loud voice in the middle of stores, though, not angry cursing. He was coming down from a pretty good high from the night before, though, so it was to be expected that he’d be pretty damn irritable. The cashier stared at him with a bit of a worried expression, quietly muttering something that sounded like an apology. Gunner scowled, staring the cashier in the eye. “You’re kidding, right? I fucking told you, the price on the shelf was eight bucks less than what you’re charging me. I get it, someone in this place fucked up and didn’t change a price tag, but that’s not my problem. It’s your problem. I’m not paying fifteen bucks for this, got it?” It was just some candy, after all. A pretty large bag of it, but still.
Maybe it was really basic white girl of him, but Rocco was getting a taste for the pumpkin spiced lattes. Soy milk substitute, no foam and one less pump of syrup, was his cheat day morning treat. Somehow he’d gotten more ridiculous with his coffee after moving from New York. Of course it was getting expensive to buy them at the Lima bean, so he figured he’d start buying stuff to make his own. Waiting in line, he heard a customer get a little too douchey with an employee, he stepped in before he even knew what he was doing. “Whoa, man, chill.” He said to the strong jawed patron. “Just put his... uh-- candy on my card, it’s all good.” Swiping his card through the machine, he gave the cashier a smile, before handing the dude his candy. “You good?”
text || to Fiona
Rocco: You haven't been hanging around Lima Heights have you?Fiona: How the hell did you get my number and why is that any of your business?
Rocco: Your mom gave it to me on the camping trip and it'll only be my business if you've been down here.
Rocco: So just answer the question.
“He probably can’t help it, old age.” She mumbled with a small smile. “I hate when people stare.” Christine stated. “Okay, I am aware that I am in a sport where people watch me but still that’s different and he was creep.” She continued before nodding. “That’s right, we’re off to Miami in a few weeks. We have a lot of work to do so it’s going to take over my life but I’m excited about it as always.” She said happily. “What about you, chicken legs? What brings you here?”
“Yeah, I can see that. Think the whole mall pretty much gets that now. Bet no one’ll stare at you now.” In retrospect Rocco realized he’d never much thought about cheerleading. If anything he didn’t really view it as a sport, just waving pompoms around, but cheerleaders were usually pretty hot, so there was no harm in it, but now that he... sort of knew a cheerleader he felt like a mega douche for having been that dude. I mean, Christine was smart and ridiculously athletic and cheerleading was definitely a sport. “You’ll probably win, but I might be bias since I can’t imagine you losing.” He stated, thinking she worked way too hard to lose and even though he didn’t go to the college he found himself routing for them like he did. Which was definitely down to Christine. Laughing at the chicken legs comment, he cleared his throat. “I’ve got a good job now as like the Olympians personal trainer and that pays enough money for me to get some new gear maybe some slacks that aren’t from Wal-mart. Figured it was worth a trip to the mall.” He responded, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets.
text || to Fiona
Rocco: You haven't been hanging around Lima Heights have you?
text || Rocco
Jesse: You can call her Rachel, Rocco. It's okay. Thank you, but if you happen to see her? Could you help?
Rocco: Yeah, I mean if I see her I'll take her home or something, I wouldn't let her stay down here anyway.
text || Rocco
Jesse: I didn't think she was, but Rachel... My wife was being well, herself and she got me thinking and I thought I'd ask.
Jesse: better safe than sorry, that sort of thing.
Rocco: Makes sense, you were concerned about your daughter. but you and Mrs. SJ can rest easy knowing she's a nobody to these gangs around here. I mean not nobody, they know who she is like everyone else knows who she is, but they aren't like interested in her or anything.
text || Rocco
Jesse: Shit.
Jesse: You haven't seen Fiona around there have you? With gangs.
Rocco: Is this about the gossip blog? because drinking and smoking a little weed doesn't mean she's hanging out with gangs and thugs, but nah i haven't seen her and none of the usual suspects down here have even mentioned her at all
text || Rocco
Jesse: Are you aware of any gangs in Lima?
Rocco: I mean I live in Lima Heights so, yeah kind of, why?
