Roach was always a goof, he was clumsy and cute to say the least. Sometimes he’d get mad but it would only look like a temper tantrum from a toddler.

Despite his moods there was one way to get him to calm down, physical touch. God he was so weak for a simple hug, and you, being his closest friend, would always comfort him in his emotional times.

Roach was currently in the meeting room, throwing a tantrum, he was overstimulated and stressed about things and people being ‘mean’ to him, but on the inside he was probably just tired, he was like a big toddler after all

You walked into the room where he was yelling and having a fit in, screaming to himself with foul language.