Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion
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Mar 31, 2017 06:29PM
Roblin opened it unsurely, pointing it toward her. When it opened with no trouble, he dipped a finger in and dug in.
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Madeline opened her, dipping her finger in like Roblin's.
"Bo binbo-" He stopped and swallowed the chewy melt. "Sorry." He grinned sheepishly. "You into baking then?" He gestured to her large supply.
"Not really." Madelin rubbed her neck sheepishly with her clean hand. "I...took them from my mom's supply."
"Oh." Roblin looked down, poking his mallowmelt. "Your mom made them."
"Yea. Sorry I didn't mention that..." Madeline said, trying not to giggle at Roblin's expression.
"I'm not hungry." Roblin set down the mallowmelt, glancing out the window.
Madeline's brows joined together. "You sure?" She asked softly.
Roblin nodded and folded his hands in his lap, not making eye contact.
Madeline screwed shut both Roblin and her jars and placed them under her bed. "You okay?" She asked, brown eyes staring into his eyes.
"Fine." Roblin looked away, letting his bangs fall over his eyes.
Madeline tried to catch his gaze.
"Does-" Roblin hugged himself. "Does your mom do a lot of things like that for you?"
"No..." Madeline frowned. "In fact, she doesn't know I have these."
"Oh." Roblin couldn't help grinning at the thought of Madeline stealing mallowmelt. "What about your dad?"
"He doesn't either." Madeline admitted sheepishly. "They think I'm good and everything."
"Really? That must be some good acting." He teased, mind of parents for a bit. "Madeline, I don't get it. You can be so nice, but everyone knows you as..." He gestured to her supply of explosive mallowmelt.
"I..." Madeline rubbed her arm. "Don't like it when people think I'm weak."
Roblin frowned. "I don't think you're weak." He grabbed her hand. "Madeline, you don't have to hide this way!"
"People at school are....different." Madeline looked away. They aren't like you. You're nice, and sweet, and..." She stopped herself. She didn't want to sound like as sap.
Roblin flicked his bangs to cover his blush. "Well, true. Some people are jerks. But not every one." He pressed.
"Nobody liked me when I was nice." Madeline said coldly, avoiding his gaze. "Might as well not be."
Roblin didn't know what to say to that, so he slowly took his hand away and looked down. "I'm sorry." He said faintly.
Madeline shook her head. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"It's fine." He got up. "It's getting late. I think I should go." He reached half-heartingly for his home crystal.
"Oh." Madeline whispered. Her eyes said Don't go.
Roblin hesitated, the crystal in his palm. "Maybe I should st-" A ray of moonlight shone onto his hand, and he was bathed in light from the crystal. "Wait!" He was leaped away.
Madeline leapt back to Foxfire.
Madeline smiled, lightly shoving Roblin onto the small lawn grass.
Madeline laughed, offering to help him up.
Roblin took her hand, then smirked and pulled her down with him.
"Hey!" Madeline said, tickling him.
Roblin was taken by surprise, and he started laughing, trying to protest.
"St-stop!" Roblin gasped between laughs. He used his talent to shine light in her eyes.
"Ahh!" She shouted, rolling off him.
Roblin quickly stopped. "You okay?" He asked, bending over her.
"Yeah." Madeline said, vanishing and reapearring behind him "Boo!"
Roblin screamed and jumped, then laughed. "You'll regret that."
Madeline smiled slyly. "Good luck." She giggled.
Roblin smirked. "You're in for it now." He glanced at a pile of leaves and his grin widened.
A gust of wind suddenly blew all the leaves into a whirlwind around Madeline.
"Hey!" Madeline tried to swat the leaves away.
Roblin smirked. "I wouldn't open my mouth if I were you. Who knows what creepy crawlies are in there?"
Madeline immediately stopped talking.
Roblin realised he couldn't see her and immediately stopped, letting the leaves fall to the ground. "Madeline?"
