#seriously though rollo's so grumpy

[benevolentcalamity]

Rollo: This is where I watched my brother die, Idia.

Idia: Cowabummer, dude.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

mr rollo how many hours of sleep do you get each night because you look awfully in need of more

Like Fire, Hellfire.

If he was insulted by your question, his expression certainly didn't show it. His tone, soft and even, his face, unchanging, as he conjured a reply for your query.

"Enough to function. That is all the detail you need to know,” he said, fingers knitted together. "I am a busy man, so I follow to a strict schedule to ensure upkeep of my duties. Losing sleep is of little consequence, for I serve a far nobler cause.”

Rollo spread his arms out. With the light of a new day at his back, he was haloed like a saint in a stained glass window. But no—you knew from experience that this man was no savior, but a demon in disguise.

“There is no rest for the wicked, and therefore those that combat the wicked such as myself are also granted little rest. It is an ongoing endeavor between good and evil, and I must remain diligent in that conflict.”

“It still can��t be good for you to lose this much sleep. You can't exactly fight evildoers if you fall over mid-battle from exhaustion. Try to catch up on those Zs when you can," you suggested lightly.

"Hmph, for you to so comfortably proposing such a thing... What a carefree life you must lead." Rollo shook his head. "It's a wonder that you're able to get any sleep at all. Were I to be the one trapped in this den of depravity, I’m certain the nightmares would keep me awake for what little time I can afford to rest.”

"It's really not so bad being here," you shrugged. "I get a roof over my head and free entertainment every day. I guess I can sleep well cuz life’s chill.”

Rollo’s brows furrowed, seemingly troubled by the comment. “Chill, you say… Your mind has been more poisoned by those villains than I feared.”

“Hey, I know!!” you suddenly cried out, snapping your fingers in realization. “Maybe you can’t sleep because you’re so stressed and grumpy all the time!!”

Rollo frowned. “I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, you take everything so seriously! When you’re all tense like that, you can’t settle into a good night’s sleep. You should try a weighted blanket, or drinking warm milk before bed. Oh, and maybe bring a plushie with you to hug!”

Rollo stared at you as though you had just sprouted wings and taken off to the skies. Surprise and suspicion lined his eyes, set even deeper than the dark circles that ringed them.

At last, a sigh.

“… You truly do have such a carefree existence. Well, I suppose ignorance is bliss.”