[ his au name is roderic valdez and he's a ten-year-old student. if you'd like to plot some cr connections with him, feel free to hit up my workshop comment here! always looking for friends of his age bracket and older adult figures he can look up to! ]
i; sharing is caring. [ of all the days to forget his umbrella back at home!
for what feels like the millionth time, he wishes he took up jenny's offer to walk back home with her. she teases him a bit but it would have meant they could at least share the umbrella she had attached to her backpack.
but that was twenty minutes ago and his backpack can't keep him dry(ish) forever so-!
roderic manages to skitter towards tisse and, through blind luck and sheer determination, find a vendor who was selling just what he needed. the exchange of his many, many coins and bills for the umbrella is brief and it isn't long before he feels ridiculously proud of himself for solving his crisis. ]
Wetness, shoo! [ fwooosh! goes the umbrella as he opens it, reveling in the sudden warmth he feels. (okay that was actually him making the sound effects.)
he looks like to see if anyone heard him making the noise and that's when something catches his attention. from the corner of his eye, he sees movement and he turns to see what it was.
oh. someone out in the rain. all alone and with no umbrella...
after a few seconds of hesitation, he moves forward and then raises his umbrella as hiiiiiigh as his height will allow him to try and shelter the poor soul from the downpour. ]
Here! We can share my umbrella together until it stops raining.
ii; rosemary, for rememberance.
[ at some point during the activity, roderic tugs on your sleeve to get your attention. do you know him? did he mistake you for someone else in his rush to find someone?
either way he's (badly) trying to hide something behind his back, his wide eyes and big smile the picture of innocence. ]
I made something for you but, um, first you gotta close your eyes and bend your head. No peeking!
wildcard;; (but for him it was a tuesday)
[ who's hiding under your desk?
roderic is hiding under your desk!
be it high school or the university, the boy is eventually busted by accident. perhaps it was hearing the sudden scrap of the chair being pulled back that does it. or it was from the sudden thump he hears overhead from someone's belongings just being thrown on the desk.
no matter what, it always ends with him yelping in surprise and jumping a big, hitting his poor head in the process.
like a deer caught in the headlights, he stares at the person with wide eyes and a slack jaw while rubbing his head. ]
... Don't tell your teacher I'm here. Please? [ he quickly goes through his fanny pack, trying to find something to trade for their silence. ] I got candy.
roderic pyre. ; original character.
i; sharing is caring.
[ of all the days to forget his umbrella back at home!
for what feels like the millionth time, he wishes he took up jenny's offer to walk back home with her. she teases him a bit but it would have meant they could at least share the umbrella she had attached to her backpack.
but that was twenty minutes ago and his backpack can't keep him dry(ish) forever so-!
roderic manages to skitter towards tisse and, through blind luck and sheer determination, find a vendor who was selling just what he needed. the exchange of his many, many coins and bills for the umbrella is brief and it isn't long before he feels ridiculously proud of himself for solving his crisis. ]
Wetness, shoo! [ fwooosh! goes the umbrella as he opens it, reveling in the sudden warmth he feels. (okay that was actually him making the sound effects.)
he looks like to see if anyone heard him making the noise and that's when something catches his attention. from the corner of his eye, he sees movement and he turns to see what it was.
oh. someone out in the rain. all alone and with no umbrella...
after a few seconds of hesitation, he moves forward and then raises his umbrella as hiiiiiigh as his height will allow him to try and shelter the poor soul from the downpour. ]
Here! We can share my umbrella together until it stops raining.
ii; rosemary, for rememberance.
[ at some point during the activity, roderic tugs on your sleeve to get your attention. do you know him? did he mistake you for someone else in his rush to find someone?
either way he's (badly) trying to hide something behind his back, his wide eyes and big smile the picture of innocence. ]
I made something for you but, um, first you gotta close your eyes and bend your head. No peeking!
wildcard;; (but for him it was a tuesday)
[ who's hiding under your desk?
roderic is hiding under your desk!
be it high school or the university, the boy is eventually busted by accident. perhaps it was hearing the sudden scrap of the chair being pulled back that does it. or it was from the sudden thump he hears overhead from someone's belongings just being thrown on the desk.
no matter what, it always ends with him yelping in surprise and jumping a big, hitting his poor head in the process.
like a deer caught in the headlights, he stares at the person with wide eyes and a slack jaw while rubbing his head. ]
... Don't tell your teacher I'm here. Please? [ he quickly goes through his fanny pack, trying to find something to trade for their silence. ] I got candy.