Rook's invitation to Pomefiore dorm for a sleepover was a surprise. And yet, you couldn't decline. Sitting at his dorm room, you two watched his favorite plays together, while Rook happily rambled and commented every moment. It was a rare occasion - to see him open up at least a little bit.

"Ah, bien sur, Trickster. I suppose, time flies as fast as an arrow. It's getting quite late..." The hunter glanced at the clock and shrugged softly before getting up from a soft carpet and walking to his vanity table. Even in his satiny sleepwear, with white flowy fabric, and elegantly puffy sleeves, Rook looked just as beautiful - as expected from the vice dorm leader of Pomefiore dorm. And what you just witnessed couldn't be a hallucination - not at all. As Rook began removing his makeup, you've noticed how with each passing second new pigment spots appeared on Rook's cheeks, a true definition of art that was applied by the sun and his genes. Freckles. Surprisingly, the vice dorm leader had freckles all along.

"Oh? Is everything alright, Trickster?" Rook asked with a light hum, as if hearing that your breathing pattern had changed and you grew oddly quiet. Seems like nothing would possibly evade the hunter's keen hearing.