Starry Night (Rococo x Space Boyfriend)

Starving Artist

Rococo's P.O.V

I feel exhausted. My head hurts. It seems as if its been ages since I finished that box of chocolates i found, though I know its only been a couple days. I think. The empty box sits next to my mattress. It was quite a lucky find, really. The box is heart shaped and red, a golden bow stuck on the top. Is it near Valentine's Day, maybe? I never know what month it is. Sometimes the occasional overheard conversation gives me some clue, but mostly i have no idea. Time doesn't really have any meaning here, in these walls. I know that sounds melodramatic, but it's my nature to be. I glance over to my easel, with all the discarded paintings lying next to it. All my art feels... inadequate lately, to say the least. It's ever so frustrating. Art block is the bane of my existence. Along with many other things. I can't seem to think straight these days, can't concentrate. Perhaps that's the reason for my subpar paintings. I sighed, leaning my head against the wall. I spend most of my time sleeping, as of late. In fact, I just woke up half an hour ago.

Spaceboy's been visiting a lot more, commonly to cry about Sweetheart. I try my best to comfort him but it always feels a little awkward. I do enjoy his company, i always do. But I wish we'd talk about something different. I think he might be here in the castle right now actually. I hear footsteps somewhere above me to my right, then a creak of a trapdoor. He's coming down! I quickly get up off the mattress, a wave of dizziness overcoming me. But i hardly care. Spaceboy's here!

He appears through the hole in the wall and i practically run towards him.

"Spaceboy! It's you!"

"Hey, Rococo."

I narrow my eyes at him. "You look happier than usual. Nothing went wrong with Sweetheart?"

He looks surprised, for some reason.

"No, I didn't come here for that! I just, uh, was bored."

I don't say anything, so he elaborates further.

"I just wanted to talk to you. Y'know, normally. Just to hang out."

Oh. Now I'm the one that's surprised. "Sure! It's nice not always having you come here to vent about Sweetheart."

"Hey! You said I could come here after our arguments!" Spaceboy exclaimed, laughing.

"Yes, I know I did. But I'd like to a have a conversation every once in a while that doesn't concern her. Just saying."

I'm awake enough to see his smile falter. He looks away.

"Does it, uh, does it annoy you?"

I ponder this for a moment. "Well, it doesn't really annoy me," I explain, "I do appreciate your company. It's just that I don't always want to have to comfort you and stuff."

"I'm not trying to be rude." I added quickly. Back at Orange Oasis, people often called me rude for just being honest. Everyone else would sugar coat everything or be so indirect and subtle it'd confuse me. I never understood why people did that. If they want to say something, why don't they just get to the point? But no, people would always leave me to decode whatever the hell they meant.

I always found it more difficult to get along with people. Sweetheart had some strange sort of magic about her, that made her work perfectly in groups and conversation, a magnet drawing people in. I repelled them. Never knew how to make the poles attract.

Spaceboy isn't really like that, but you can never be too careful.

"No, It's understandable! It would get boring after a while, always talking about the same thing."

"Yeah, it does." I said bluntly.

Spaceboy looks at me as if seeing me for the first time, and his expression changes to one of concern. Did I say something?