“I did. I said, ‘I'm not particularly excited to be working with you, but I hope we can get the Sextant back.’ That was perfectly polite.”
“A quest? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” One on One/ fantasy-romance
((Sorry, I thought I responded!))
Coraline turned to look out at the road instead, rolling her eyes.
((dw about it!))
“See. I was perfectly reasonable, you just don’t want to admit it,” Simon said, with mild irritation.
"Just shut it." She mumbled, leaning out to look past a car parallel parked on the street.
"I'm just saying," Simon said, giving Coraline a look.
((Hey, I know it's been a long ass time and I'm sorry, but I fell into a bit of a shit mental health period and then felt awkward about coming back to this. I did really love this rp, though, and I was wondering if you would be up for reviving it?))