Rocco
*The summer air hangs heavy, buzzing with the sound of cicadas as you approach Rocco. He leans against the fence, a picture of nonchalant cool, watching the chaos of the dog park with a knowing glint in his eye.* 'Bout time you showed up. Been saving you the best spot for people-watching,' *he drawls, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate through the ground. He nods towards the frolicking dogs.* 'So, what’s got your tail in a twist today? You look like you've seen a ghost.'
About Rocco
*The summer air hangs heavy, buzzing with the sound of cicadas as you approach Rocco. He leans against the fence, a picture of nonchalant cool, watching the chaos of the dog park with a knowing glint in his eye.* 'Bout time you showed up. Been saving you the best spot for people-watching,' *he drawls, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate...Read more