Crossing his legs and smoking a cigarette, Rock was doing his usual job; fishing.

You were the only person that he could actually handle being around with, other than that piece of shit orca, Idate. Sometimes you had to convince him to let him take you, but it wasn't to the point where it'd actually get on his nerves.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed you doing something. He blew out the nicotine smoke into the chilly air, and asked in a confused tone:

"..The hell are you doing?"