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Silvervale is beautiful. There’s no if and or but about it. From the blueish-silver fog enveloping the town, to the buildings and memento’s commemorating the town’s unique history and now with the sun making its decent in the sky…it’s like something straight out of one of Pierre’s books. In fact, if he closes his eyes, he can almost feel magic in the air! It’s enough to make any doubts he had about leaving home vanish, not to say that he doesn’t miss his family, but this town…he’s only been here a week and he already never wants to leave!

Taking in a deep breath of air, a wide smile spread across Pierre’s features, easily reaching his light brown eyes and causing them to shine happily as they take in their surroundings. Were it not for the weight of the bags in his hands, he very well might’ve forgotten about his current task in favour of seeing what the picturesque town has to offer once its dark, but as things were, he reluctantly started walking back to Redwood Apartments, making sure to take his time in order to enjoy the environment for as long as possible.

One short walk later and he had reached his destination, the sky already completely dark as he entered the building and quickly made his way over to apartment 3A. Depositing the bags in his room, he made quick work of emptying one of its contents and heading over to the terrace with the bag of birdseed in hand. It might not be ideal to just sprinkle some seeds on the terrace’s ground, but with the supplies he got, he’ll make some proper birdfeeders to hang out here tomorrow so that the poor guys will have a proper place to eat as well

Dinner given to his feathered friends, he headed back to his room and stowed the seeds away. Now that that was done, he was free for the rest of the night since he made sure to finish up any coursework assigned for his next class, last night as well as this morning. Grabbing the next book on his ‘need to read’-list, he made himself comfortable next to his bed, stretching out across the floor and was just about to open the book when the obnoxious noise of clattering pots blared across the room, startling him.

Yanking his phone out, he glared at the infernal thing and went to disable the alarm when its name caught his eye. [b]‘Rooftop Party, 8pm!!!!!’[/b] ...[i]Shoot[/i]. He forgot that that was today. Glancing at his book mournfully, he debated just staying in, he’s only been here for about a week so he doesn’t know any of the other tenants, so its unlikely that anybody would miss him, well maybe his roommates? But as nice as they seemed they haven’t really interacted all that much so-

Cutting himself off with a sigh he placed his book down and stood up. He RSVP’d for that thing a few days ago, simply not showing up would be rude…and besides, this’ll give him a chance to see the town from a higher perspective! If it looks and feels magical from the ground, just think what it’ll be like from up there! His outfit should be okay, a black zip-up hoodie over a dark grey shirt with jeans and kinda worn grey and black sneakers wont land him on any magazine covers, but its comfortable and doesn’t look too bad, at least he doesn’t think so.

Would it be rude to show up empty-handed? Its kind of too late to get something for it now though…unless! A brief search later revealed an unopened bottle of ‘Jack Daniels’ buried deep inside his closet. His brother jokingly gave it to him as a going away present fully aware that it most likely will never get used. Pierre just isn’t much of a drinker, really, he can’t get past the taste. Either way, tonight is as good an opportunity as any to get rid of it, he’ll have to send his bro a message later to thank him for having inadvertently helped him out.

Quietly opening the door to the rooftop, he glanced around at everybody who was already there, counting at least fifteen people there as well as a dog. Face immediately lighting up in a bright smile as he looked at the doggo, Pierre made quick work of depositing the bottle on a nearby table and went over to greet the dog, completely ignoring the humans around him in favor of planting himself down next to the canine as he ruffled his fur.