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[All things considered, it's been a fairly uneventful day, though Rolo has had nothing but pacing thoughts since recently. Now that things are seemingly back to normal, he can be found seated at the edge of the harbor of Fishermans Horizon. Knees drawn toward his chest, one arm rests wrapped around his legs while his free hand holds a cellphone with a heart-shaped locket. Rolo isn't enjoying the scenery; rather, his gaze is glued to that locket, and he appears all too sullen and even a little depressed.

Then again, it's not uncommon to see him around Garden with a slight furrow of his brows and an expression that's neither happy nor sad. A flat look.

Two months. Almost.

Fingering the locket, he opens it. A melancholic tune plays for a second or two before he abruptly shuts the cover. It won't do to play the song here in this wretched place. Right now, he's deaf and blind to this world -- and potentially jumpy, as a result.]