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Rupert Puckett

Interacting: Vee @Attica / Eliza @KimmiNinja /   Jeanne @Lady Selune / Kaitlyn @Bee / Vern @Fabricant451 / Grant @HushedWhispers

"FREE AND POSSIBLY BLESSED... OR CURSED, either way, intriguing. Good morning, sista~" Flailing his sweater paws waving at Katie, smiles and all. "So, like Brunch? Alright, can deal" He nodded towards Vinnie? Vickie? Some V. He grabbed his backpack quick. 

"Well, okay, let's get our asses up and moving!!" finger guns, shooting at the door as he skipped ever so merrily. And there stood, around 8 people at Suncrest's 4th floor, the other clump of girls: A living tomato, A timid strawberry and what might be an Amazonian goddess in modern sparta gear and then  Mr. Abercrombie with a killer jaw. Wow this place gets crowded, L O V E L Y, he thought and not as a sarcastic remark. There's something about the presence of people that helped the guy cope with certain issues and the he was warmed at the fact that there are about more than 5 people he can run to in desperate need of distraction, he's starting to fall in love with the apartment. They all seemed nice, like-able even and Rupert is always open to pry and know more people. "HIIII-EEE, Good morning, neighbors!!" He waved pausing a skip, with that trademark Rupert cheeriness then swiftly going back to skipping down to the junk pile of wonders.

"Well, go on, feel free to take whatever." Lourdes heaved dropping what seemed like the last box of junk. Immediately, Pertie's attention was grabbed by a black box that standed out from the rest of the carton boxes. With no hesitation he took the dusty lid off and discovered "JACKPOT! Fuck me raw with a chainsaw, it's a ouija board!"Hot shit. He doesn't believe much in the supernatural but maybe it's time that changed. "What's next a crystal ball?" wiggling his brows, sadly the box only had some half melted red and black candles. ballz. "Who owned this and are they still alive?!". He hopped on to the next box and scored a denim jacket, half-worn and a bit loose but just right to his tastes. The next spoil was a copy of Orwell's '1984' and Huxley's 'Brave New World', Pertie loves him some dystopian fiction. It was a next to a box of unopened packs of streamers, red cups, polka-dotted paper hats, and a few more supplies of the like. "The fuck is this, a care package from Party City?" Examining what turned out to be an un-popped confetti popper, which reminded him...

"Hey, you guys want to throw a little party and christen 4F as our new den? You can bring in plus twos or plus fifties, the more the merrier." Pertie almost squealed. Admittedly, he just wanted the distraction of setting it up but he hasn't partied in a while so it's an extra incentive. And just then another idea clicked, remembering the "spacious rooftop" part in the craigslist ad. He laid his spoils down and walked towards Lourdes. Always has to be an extra step for the guy. "HOLD UP ACTUALLY, Mama Lourdes, can we pretty please use the rooftop for a little party? We will clean it up afterwards and we won't even get in your hair, full responsibility on me. Please?" clasping hers and the lady's hand together before she even realized. Gritted smile waiting for a response met with an "Okay, just don't burn the apartment down and make sure you're not disruptive to the other tenants."

"Thank you, I love you, you're the best!!" he announced slightly louder than he thought as he hugged her, personal space what?"I'm excited, are you excited?! Can you help me plan it? You will, right? meals on me if you do, say yes?" He asked the group, who might actually be a bit overwhelmed? gleeful? what's on their faces? Rupert has a hard time reading people and it takes him a while. He grabbed his spoils and slid it in his backpack. "OKAY, let's get brunch, I am starving!" he exclaimed, smile beaming because he now has a big excuse to run from the problem, the ex boyfriend problem. Not that it's bothering him at all, 'psh, what even is a Lucas?!' his smile dropped a bit, even remembering his name brought out that slither of discomfort. Why is it even bothering him so much? the thought lingered but he brushed it off with the image of waffles and freshly brewed coffee.
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