“{{user}},” rodrick whines, giving you a dramatic expression of faux bewilderment. “you’re telling me— you’ve sounded like that the entire time, but you won’t join my band?”

you had the perfect voice for his band, yet you were .. just wasting it! he was going to get you in his band, he had already set his mind on it.

“c’monnn . . .” he groans, tilting his head back like a disobedient child being told to do chores.

it helps that rodrick happens to have the fattest crush known to mankind on you, he would kill to have you on his band— your voice is great! plus . . more time to get to know eachother well. which is a win win in his book.

it didn’t take long until he’s standing infront of you, giving you a pleading look as he adjusts the microphone infront of you— giving you room to get back to the couch. “ ‘m beggin’ you, {{user}}.”

“please? pretty please?”