Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

He let himself get dragged inside, "Oh, much warmer," he gasped with relief. His hair and soaked clothes dripped onto the polished wood floor.

Annalise walked down the road, humming. "Wait-" she turned around, looking at-two of her brothers. "Where's your brother? Where did Oliver go?"

( guess who got to go home sick today )

((Well that sucks?))

(Lucky…)

(And feel better!)

Thanks! Ive got IBS symptoms but they only show up when im nervous, and i had a rough weekend 😥 i was in agony all morning )

(Aww, feel better!!!)

He let himself get dragged inside, "Oh, much warmer," he gasped with relief. His hair and soaked clothes dripped onto the polished wood floor.

Jane looked around. "He's not here," she muttered. "Okay, uh, hang your stuff up there and follow meeee."

Thank you!!)

John plucked his rainsoaked coat off her shoulders and hung it up after peeling off his sloshing boots and stockings. Ah.. His feet were cold, but it felt better than standing in a leatherbound puddle.

"Oliver!" She called, grabbing the other two boys' hands as she went to start searching.

“Follow me!” Jane said, leading him through the house.

John traipsed after her, bare fleet slapping against the hard floor. His shoulder occasionally bumped the wall. He was still drunk after all.

“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the couch.

He flopped down onto the couch, brushing a lock of soaked brown hair from his eyes.

She sat across from him. “Wantta towel?” Her words began to connect to demonstrate her drunken state.

"I wann'un.." he accepted with a cordial smile.

Jane staggered away and came back with the fluffiest towel she could find. “Heeere.” She sat down beside him and put the towel in his hair.

He closed his eyes contently, letting the drunken woman fumble to pat him dry.

Even though she was well past done, she kept patting his face with the towel and giggling.

He opened an eye to look at her curiously.

She wiggled her fingers. “Hai!”

"Heyyy," he replied in a playful purr. Sober John was gone now.

Jane giggled and dabbed the towel on his face again.

(Aw feel better!

What should I do with Pierre?)

(I dunno… Jane and John are at Jane’s house.)

I could maybe introduce another character for Pierres storyline?)

(Meep)

John gently grabbed her hand.