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Roch had spent days--weeks even, trying to write a love letter. It sounded easy, right? He knew all the romance songs, could rattle the words off the top of his head--but it wasn't. He had a trashcan full of wadded up paper and a headache. But, he thought as he looked at the sheet of paper in front of him, at least he had something to show for himself now.

Something she would have to finish reading before she could yell at him, he thought as he tucked it into the card. Then he put the card on the box of cupcakes with sparkly blue and green frosting (all but one were actually STILL THERE) and grabbed the balloons (yes, he was going way too far with this) by the weight thing at the bottom, and headed for the monster dorm.

He had an apology to make, and he was going to do it properly. He hoped. Maybe. Seriously, he just hoped she hadn't found a new guy while they were broken up--Amphi was smokin' hot, it wouldn't take much effort to find someone else at all.

No wonder he looked nervous as he got to the door of her room.

"Whoop," Roch said, lifting the box of cupcakes into the air to keep her from running into them--and then she fell. Whoops. But--but he'd saved the cupcakes? "Hey," he said, stepping into the room (having to tug the balloons down to get them in.) "I want t'talk. Seriously. Unless--ah--you're busy, that is," he added belatedly, looking around.

Good job, punk boil, just shove your way in while she's down. He put the balloons down and held out a hand, offering to help her up.

"It's... ah... not her birthday," he said. "I went a bit overboard, sorry. I came... uh..." His neck was turning red, and the redness was creeping up to his ears. "Look, I did a lot of thinkin', and I did a lot of talkin' and I did a lot of listenin', too," he said finally. "I went t'the people that've been most hurt by hunters. I was gonna--actually, I DID record them, so y'could hear about it. First I went t'Invi--"

He put the cupcakes down on the bed and the balloons on the table next to it. "But I already knew you wouldn't trust Invi, so don't yell at me for it. He told me about how many he'd lost--including his old man. Then I ran into Shun... He's Mitsu's boilfriend, and a... colleague, I'd say, of mine. He told me about what they did t'Mitsu..." He was quiet for a moment before looking at her.

"Then I talked t'Junko, an she verbally kicked my a**."

"She's met a lot of hunters," he said. "And she agreed with both of us--she agreed that there were some nice ones in there, ones that don't treat us like tools. But she agreed with me that she wouldn't pick either side. Then-" he stopped, scratching his head, "she told me that one of the stupidest, worst things I coulda done was say I didn't trust you--and she was right. Amphi, I wrote a letter, but I'm just gonna say it out straight," he told her, moving closer.

"You scared the living candlewax outta me," he said. "I get offed all the time, I ain't that scared of death, but I was terrified. I mean, t'the point my head felt light, my heart did double time, my palms got clammy, my knees mighta shook. I was so jackin' terrified," he said quietly, "at the idea of you goin' t'that place and bein' kept there, an' me not even realizin' you'd gone."

"It wasn't selfishness," he said, holding her and burying his hand in her hair. He had missed holding her. "It's havin' a big heart, blue eyes. You have a real big heart--but--" he let out a sigh. "I shouldn'ta said what I did. I'm sorry. I do trust you, blue eyes. I just... don't think you... exactly... look at things from all perspectives," he admitted.

"I ain't judgin', though, cuz I've had that problem a lot of times," he said, pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I mean, I lose my temper once in a while--an' it takes me a while t'cool down," he admitted. "Like what happened with us."

"Y'mean romantically," Roch said. "Cuz I want y'to love your friends an' your family, an' I absolutely LOVE that y'love Danny," he said. "I love the fact that y'love others so easily, blue eyes. I love your big heart. I just worry about it at the same time," he confessed. "I love you because y'are you," he told her, leaning down and brushing a gentle kiss across her mouth.

Then he pulled back a little. "I'm jackin' starvin' for your love," he said, a bit shocked by that fact. "But--but I brought cupcakes--"

Punk boil was so torn crying

"Er... one?" he said, holding up a single finger. "It was makin' up cupcakes, I had t'make sure they tasted good! But they don't taste as good as you do..." he admitted.

Then he gave her a devilish grin. "At least, I don't think they do. That wasn't nearly enough of a kiss t'remind me for sure."

"Deal," he said, then slipped both hands into her hair--and licked the frosting from her lips before kissing her fully. It might have been only one kiss, but it was one hell of a kiss, he thought as his mind un-fogged and he pulled back.

"Cupcakes and talk first," he said, his hands still tangled in her hair. "Cuz I got a HELL of a story t'tell you! A couple of them!" he said, brightening up. "We saved Jericho! Sortta--he's an elf now." Then he snuck one more kiss before letting go and heading for the box.

Cupcakes oAo.