Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

April’s heart swelled with relief. “I love you too…” she murmured, “And always will. I hope you know that.”

His nose began to run– the only way his tears could go was down his nasal cavity.

"Mrrr." he answered lazily, standing up to rub his face on her leg.

She smiled. "Come on. Let's go downstairs."

The cat flicked his ear, and scampered after her.

Jane walked through the dining room into the kitchen, not glancing at Simcoe in the slightest.

Simcoe was nearly finished with his breakfast. Boey gave the stranger a wary look.

Jane fixed herself something small and stayed in the kitchen to eat it.

Simcoe stood with his empty plate, and walked into the kitchen. He set the dirty plate on the counter. "Must be exhausting to be pregnant, yes?" He spoke, "That must explain why your house is.. In subpar condition."

She pressed her lips together and inhaled deeply. "Yes, it is, sir. I apologize for the condition of our house." Her whole body was tense.

"Accepted." He grunted back.

She bit her lip. "Anything else, sir?"

He exhaled slowly, "Well, now that you say, my clothes need washed."

She closed her eyes. "Alright…"

"And," he tilted his head, "My sword and bayonet needs sharpened."

Her eyes opened quickly. "I-I don't know how to do that…"

"What a shame." Was all he said, and meandered to his bedroom.

She put her dish in the sink. It made a loud noise. How dare he?!

"Miaw?" The cat chirped.

She started to wash the dishes and the sink began to turn a red. The dish she'd slammed had chipped and cut her palm. "Oh!" she cried, grabbing a towel.

Her exclamation startled Boey– he ran off under the dining room table.

She seethed to herself, and once the blood stopped, she hurried out into the dining room. "Boey…" she called, kneeling down.

The cat gave her a nervous look, ears flat.

"Boey, come here," she said softly.

The cat crawled towards her, lifted his head to sniff her wounded hand.

"I cut myself with a shattered dish. Aren't I silly?" she asked with a quiet laugh.

Boey started to lick her cut.

"No, silly cat!" she told him, pulling her injured hand back.

He darted off to the living room. If John were here, he would take care of all of this..

Jane sighed and stood up. She sat down and thought of John sadly.

A knock on the front door broke her focus.

Jane rose quickly and headed to answer the door before Simcoe could.