Semi-Russian Werewolf RP Continued discussion
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((any ideas for what the two should be doing when tom and james drive by?))]
Ray glanced at him. "Hey, you want to get some..." she stopped herself, "Nevermind."
"We will, eventually."
Ray glanced at him. "Hey, you want to get some..." she stopped herself, "Nevermind."
"We will, eventually."
((being very tease-y, i suppose. something to make james jealous and worry that morgana was right))
"What? Ice cream? Coffee?"
"How do you know?"
"What? Ice cream? Coffee?"
"How do you know?"
((i agree. but what...hmm, ray could get food and then peter will be fooling around and trying to get it from her thus leading to...idk))
"A bagel?"
"Because you learn things over time."
"A bagel?"
"Because you learn things over time."
((evening. how's your life?))
"I can eat food, too, if that's what you're asking."
"What time frame are you considering?" she asked carefully.
"I can eat food, too, if that's what you're asking."
"What time frame are you considering?" she asked carefully.
"Interesting.."
"I don't have any intention. I'm going to be alive for a long time," he said, laughing once, "We have time."
"I don't have any intention. I'm going to be alive for a long time," he said, laughing once, "We have time."
"I don't see any food in the vicinity, do you?"
"I have significantly less time than you do, in my present condition."
"I have significantly less time than you do, in my present condition."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she said, rolling her eyes, "I think ice cream is good, actually."
"You can't compare my lifespan to yours."
"You can't compare my lifespan to yours."
"I'll take your word for it."
"Your perception of time is largely different from mine," she pointed out, "So it's relevant."
"Your perception of time is largely different from mine," she pointed out, "So it's relevant."
"Do you have a favorite flavor?" she said, looking around for a place to get ice cream.
"I can put my head in your situation, you know."
"I can put my head in your situation, you know."
She checked her pockets for money. "What if I only have enough for myself?" she joked.
"Well, yes."
"Well, yes."
"That's what they call me."
"It strikes me that I don't know very much about you, or at least not as much as I'd thought," she murmured a few quiet moments later.
"It strikes me that I don't know very much about you, or at least not as much as I'd thought," she murmured a few quiet moments later.
"Oh, have you been? I hadn't noticed."
She sighed. "What, you can't give me a break? I don't know what to ask."
She sighed. "What, you can't give me a break? I don't know what to ask."
"Fine."
"Just... is there no way you could willingly give me information? We've had four years of this and no such discussions."
"Just... is there no way you could willingly give me information? We've had four years of this and no such discussions."
"Ah, there's an ice cream truck. Perfecto."
"I just don't know what to tell you. Do you want me to tell you about my childhood?" he asked, shrugging, "Seriously."
"I just don't know what to tell you. Do you want me to tell you about my childhood?" he asked, shrugging, "Seriously."
Books mentioned in this topic
Breaking Dawn (other topics)The Road (other topics)
The Road (other topics)
"Oh, don't sweat it."