CIGARETTE DAYDREAMS | private, romanempire

[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]pierce parker

☀ — 'cause i love you's not enough, i'm lost for words

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//mobile & i’m sorry this is kinda bad sgdjshs i suck at starters [member=1420]romanempire[/member]

Things had been a bit hectic for Pierce lately. With the whole thing with the Typhoon, his duties as Goldenblood, Clementine still being sick, and the thought of Riddlersgame constantly weighing  on his shoulders, he’d been pretty stressed. So, he’d decided to take one day off to wander the territory, maybe pick a flower or two, and draw some pictures. He was laying down near the shore, at the base of the mountains, with all his supplies set out before him. There was a slight chill in the breeze, hence the yellow scarf draped around his neck, but it was a rather comfortable little place, and as he hummed gently to himself, graphite gliding elegantly across pristine paper, he tried to block out his surroundings. However, the slight shifting of sand and pebbles off to his left made him perk up slightly, ears swiveling in the direction of the noise as he raised his head. After all this time - all those captures, all his training -, he’d developed a sharp mind when it came to detecting such things, and he licked his nose, amber chips resting upon the figure of a stranger. "Hey- can I help you?" he called as he got to his paws, hurrying in the other’s direction.

"speech"

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[[ sorry for the late reply, I've been busy with classes and just now have time to reply for a bit ]]

Roman was usually one for watching where he was going, making sure that he didn't run into anyone or anything, and also making sure that he didn't stray too far from where he wanted to be. That was most certainly the case, except when he was out searching for things - herbs specifically. Ever since he was little, Roman often wandered off in search of things, and often found himself lost afterwards, or trespassing on someone else's territory. It was not something he meant to do - ever - but it was still something he found himself doing at times, and he couldn't really help it.

When Roman heard the sound of someone else speaking to him, it caused him to leave his stupor, and he would look up from the ground and towards the sound of another coming forward, bag full of herbs on his side shaking slightly with the shock of moving quickly, and Roman pinned his ears to his head slightly, before tilting and tottering in an attempt to make sure that he didn't fall over. "I think I accidentally made my way here. I'm sorry." He would speak out, offering an apologetic smile before grabbing onto his herb bag as an indicator. "I didn't mean to trespass, I was just busy collecting things."