perviet rp w/ chey chey oxo closed :)

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Noah," Alan chirped back. "I'm new 'round here too, just moved here a couple of weeks ago." He slipped his hand away from Noah's and looked around the scenery of the building. He found the way it looked to be quite magnificent beyond words he could use to describe it.

the ceelins were beautyful and whit with a big fan in the middl. the floorz were marbel wit silver specks in it. the rooms were spaceous quite and epic. a purrfect place to study if you asked alan. he looked back to the second boi. "say, noah, what do you thinnk of this place?"

(yea you may)

(kk)

(k)

Alan's eyebrows lowered at Noah's words. "That… makes no sense," he began, tapping his foot against the smooth marble floor of the establishment. "Do you live under a bridge with–" His words were cut off by the ring of a bell. It was the warning bell before classes actually started. He flashed Noah a small smile as he began backing away fast. "See ya later maybe!" he called out as he dashed in the direction of his first lecture.

the classes were stertin' and alan was afriad he won't gonna make it in time. he rurshed to the classroom but de door closed right in his face before he could get in. he said drat an began knockin at the dur hoping to be let in.

(Is a time skip to after school cool? I'm too lazy to write about all of the class periods. :) )

(Great :) )

After a long day of classes, Alan was finally deemed free from his lectures for the day. He walked out of the once so intriguing classrooms amazed as to how quickly they'd managed to feel like a prison. Alan made quick strides over to his bland, white locker and quickly unlocked the combination lock.

there were some large books widin the locker. alan just picked up them all and shoved them into his backapck. (")just another day of school(,)(") he seaid walking towards where the buses were.

(mmmmhmmm :) )

Alan read the note carefully, making sure that he did not miss a single detail for he hated the idea of making any mistakes within his reply. He looked up at Noah with melancholic eyes and a frown on his face. " I'm sorry," he said, "but you'll have to wait until I check with my parents. One more day, okay?"

(Yeah you can stalk, Ash)

(Why don't you go back and read my reply again? Pay extra attention to the bolded stuff. :) )

You listen. I don't give a fuck if you're sorry. That means nothing to me. You can save your apologies for someone else cause they don't work on me. You say you like to RP, you say you like romance, but you come in with poorly written character's unconventionally tragic backstories and give no fucking effort into the roleplay. It would be a bit different if your one-liners at least had proper grammar and spelling, but no they don't. Then after all of the bullshit, you have the audacity to try and guilt trip me for voicing my disdain and asking you to fucking pay attention like you were supposed to in the first place? Sweety, hell no. If you're grieving, come back in a better headspace and try again, but I will not be someone for you to just dump your crap on. Either give this everything you've got or this ends up n o t h i n g.

Okay? :)

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