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First, check to see if the ex was at the lake-- Roch stared at the lake for a long, long moment, then mentally said screw it and headed forward anyway, his fishing pole hanging over his shoulder. He was goin' fishin! Why? Because it seemed like a good idea, especially since it didn't take much work and he'd brought along a playboil magazine to read--

What, wasn't that a part of fishing? He was trying to be AUTHENTIC.

That, and he couldn't bring beer, so the playboil would have to do. He stopped, seeing a familiar back, and broke into a grin, crossing over to the other male. "Marosa! Hey, man!" he said. "You here t'fish, too?"

Not... that he knew how to fix fish even if he caught it, or anything... but Terra might!

"Lately?" he repeated. "Yeah, a couple, but I figure you're lookin' for one in particular?" he asked, dropping down next to the other boil--

"I need a worm or somethin' right?" he said. "I ain't exactly sure how this works--what dream are y'askin' about?" he asked, starting to pick up rocks looking for bugs.

"Oh!" Roch said, having found some sort of bug with pincers. He turned, holding the bug but forgetting about it--until it used its pincers. "Sonovawitch," he yelped, shaking his hand to try and get it off. Finally it fell off and scuttled away. "The white kingdom dream! The other me was a bit of a d**k," he said cheerfully. "Yeah, I remember that!"

Then he frowned. "Look, that sortta thing--the shared dreams? It happens once in a while around here. Kinda creepy but nothin' t'panic about."

Roch looked at the other boil, then, completely forgetting that Marosa had this little issue--hugged him with one arm, hauling him up close in a bro hug.



Then he blinked, something changing in his brain, and tried to tug the other boil into his lap. "Heeyyy," he said, touching Marosa's face. "Y'can be happy here, too, y'know?" he said.

"She dumped me," he said, reaching up and pushing Marosa's hair out of his face. "I'm single as a jackin' one hit wonder," he said cheerfully.

"Y'wanna go on a date?" he asked, getting excited. "Hey, there's a cake show in town! We could go eat cakes! Y'will go with me, right?" he asked in a husky, begging tone, looking at the other boil intently. "Please?"

You could almost hear the song "I can show you the woooorrrllld" in the background--but... seriously, cake show??

Roch thought about it for a moment. "That does sortta explain things," he said finally. "Cuz I usually go for ghouls. But hell, long as I don't try t'flip your skirt--er, kilt up, why not?" he decided cheerfully. "C'mon, Marosa, play with meeee," he said, hugging the other boil. "Cakes! You! All the jackin' good in the world! With cupcakes, too! You like cupcakes, right?"

It would be horrible if he didn't like cupcakes. SERIOUSLY HORRIBLE.

"Absolutely!" Roch said--because he'd give Marosa whatever he wanted right now--plus, seriously, cupcakes! "Up an' at'em," he said, poking Marosa to stand up. "I was set on fish, but cupcakes is cupcakes!" Plus, a cake show reminded him of Amphi before this new cheap and easy love moment.

He hopped to his feet when he got the chance, hid the fishing pole in the bushes, and grabbed Marosa's hand, tugging him towards town. Then, after a moment of walking, tried to tug the shorter boil into his side, so he could drape his arm over his shoulders. "First thing first," he told him seriously. "Watch out for the big ghouls--if they look like they got their own zipcode, you're gonna have a b***h of a time gettin' t'the samples."