KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

Approved!

((Granted!))

"Okay" she whispered, standing in just her bra and underwear as she hummed quietly.

((Alright sounds good))

"Uhmm sure" she whispered timidly, running her hands across her bra. "But I don't usually wear sports bras" she said quickly as she felt some sort of tension start to form.

She sighed and slipped her shirt off over her head, flinging it in the floor as she stepped out of her jeans, smoothing her wet undergarments.

She giggled and took it, laying it on her bed as she unbuttoned her jacket and removed it, standing hesitantly in the dark room with her fingers at the edge of her shirt.

She took the plush robe and ran it through her hands as she smiled warmly but didnt yet remove her shirt.

"Nothing" she smiled, following her as she glanced down at her phone.

((Well ill message the person. You can take over moriarty for now))

((I agree. I don't want to ruffle any feathers but the person who claimed moriarty (and also Watson) is never on. I'm considering having an audition for them or something))

Then she slightly quieted as they walked the long hall, her eyes on Al's ass. Not that she ever had feelings for women. Nor did she now. But these shorts were little longer than the underwear Jessica was currently wearing, be her generous flesh bounced with each sauntering step as she watched her quietly before clearing her throat.

He gripped her smooth hands in his callused ones, his eyes wrinkling as he smiled, something that came with smiling often. He frowned when he heard her, and stiffened. "You want me to talk to him?" He asked.

"We'll it's getting old, Rosalie" she spat, looking away.

((Something could suddenly happen to her like she gets sick, or a person from the university could show up or they could get mugged as they're leaving))

((I would love that but how))

He chuckled deeply at her and reached over as the waiter left, taking her small hands in his. "How have you been?" He asked gently, the rising, new morning sun reflecting perfectly off her hair.

She giggled at her humor and skipped after her as she sighed.

"Bath robe." She smiled easily. She felt nearly as comfortable here as she did in her own home. She had stayed here many times before. "I would like to toss my clothes in the dryer"

"It's alright" she whispered hurriedly to put his worry at ease. "I was just startled is all" she smiled, taking his hand back.