[it's just like any morning in cadelle, robbie wakes up, brushes his teeth, lets out his dog, grabs a cup of coffee at home before heading off to the bakery that's on his way to work. it's early as hell and he's never been especially chatty (or observant) first thing in the morning. but even robbie can't miss the way people have burst into showtunes and pop-punk classics around him.
as for robbie? when it's his turn at the counter and the gal so artfully asks him what he'd like this morning, well, it's pretty clear that maybe his girlfriend's zumba playlist has been rubbing off on him because the spice girls is definitely not a robbie reyes kind of thing.]
I'll tell you what I want what I really really want.
[his eyes widen, he claps a hand over his mouth and if he could stop himself he would, but the girl calls back without a moment of hesitation. so tell me what you want what you really really want.]
I wanna... I wanna... I wanna... wanna... I really really really really want a bagel.
[cue the groaning that comes after. feel free to laugh. feel free to join in. robbie's just going to dance around as he waits for the bagel to be toasted and try not to murder anyone with his eyes.]
works hard for the money
[after his rather embarrassing impromptu girl band performance while he got his morning bagel on, robbie heads to work in complete silence. the low grade shame has put a damper on his mood, and to be perfectly honest? he's wondering if he's coming down with something because his throat feels scratchy and he can't clear it enough. but he shrugs it off as he unlocks the garage for the morning, lifting the doors and flipping on the lights. he turns the radio on as is part of his morning routine, though today he's almost a little worried that more pop is going to be the death of him. thankfully, all that greets him are the familiar sounds of the classic rock that normally fill the garage. robbie has three cars to work on today the first? a lincoln continental. as the sounds of a familiar tune come through the speakers, robbie finally succumbs to the urge to sing.]
wildcard
[it's like it says on the tin. got something in mind? want a custom starter? come say hi to me on discord @ heatwave#1853 or on plurk at rambaldis. i'm down for whatever. robbie's musical leanings tend toward classic rock and west coast hip hop with some spanish pop songs thrown in the mix, but as can be seen, i'm happy to embarass mr. too-cool-for-school with things he'd never sing like "wannabe". so if you think he should belt out a xtina classic or if iyaz is more your style, holla at ya girl. i'm probably going to agree and cackle right along with you.]
robbie reyes ▸ota
[it's just like any morning in cadelle, robbie wakes up, brushes his teeth, lets out his dog, grabs a cup of coffee at home before heading off to the bakery that's on his way to work. it's early as hell and he's never been especially chatty (or observant) first thing in the morning. but even robbie can't miss the way people have burst into showtunes and pop-punk classics around him.
as for robbie? when it's his turn at the counter and the gal so artfully asks him what he'd like this morning, well, it's pretty clear that maybe his girlfriend's zumba playlist has been rubbing off on him because the spice girls is definitely not a robbie reyes kind of thing.]
I'll tell you what I want what I really really want.
[his eyes widen, he claps a hand over his mouth and if he could stop himself he would, but the girl calls back without a moment of hesitation. so tell me what you want what you really really want.]
I wanna... I wanna... I wanna... wanna... I really really really really want a bagel.
[cue the groaning that comes after. feel free to laugh. feel free to join in. robbie's just going to dance around as he waits for the bagel to be toasted and try not to murder anyone with his eyes.]
works hard for the money
[after his rather embarrassing impromptu girl band performance while he got his morning bagel on, robbie heads to work in complete silence. the low grade shame has put a damper on his mood, and to be perfectly honest? he's wondering if he's coming down with something because his throat feels scratchy and he can't clear it enough. but he shrugs it off as he unlocks the garage for the morning, lifting the doors and flipping on the lights. he turns the radio on as is part of his morning routine, though today he's almost a little worried that more pop is going to be the death of him. thankfully, all that greets him are the familiar sounds of the classic rock that normally fill the garage. robbie has three cars to work on today the first? a lincoln continental. as the sounds of a familiar tune come through the speakers, robbie finally succumbs to the urge to sing.]
wildcard
[it's like it says on the tin. got something in mind? want a custom starter? come say hi to me on discord @ heatwave#1853 or on plurk at rambaldis. i'm down for whatever. robbie's musical leanings tend toward classic rock and west coast hip hop with some spanish pop songs thrown in the mix, but as can be seen, i'm happy to embarass mr. too-cool-for-school with things he'd never sing like "wannabe". so if you think he should belt out a xtina classic or if iyaz is more your style, holla at ya girl. i'm probably going to agree and cackle right along with you.]