Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

"A donation?" John's smile grew with a highlight of flattery, "Jane, I.. thank you,"

The flock of chickens—at least eleven—filed into the home and began to wander.

Returning, Sebastian handed the bread back to her. “I never asked for your name.”
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Also it's fine if you wanna add more. Just dont have like, 32 million characters or anything crazy )

The flock of chickens—at least eleven—filed into the home and began to wander.

“Uhh Edonine? Your chickens are running wild…” he called as one pecked his boot.

"It's okay," she called back, "They can come in. The turkeys can't,"

"A donation?" John's smile grew with a highlight of flattery, "Jane, I.. thank you,"

“Don’t mention it,” she replied with a light smile.

He opened the small bag, peered in briefly. "Thank you," he repeated again. "Thank you,"

“Sorry, how many birds do you have?” Pierre attempted to shoo away the hen, but it was relentless.

“Sorry, how many birds do you have?” Pierre tried shooting away the hen, but it was relentless.

"Um, Delta, chickens, turkeys.." she mumbled for a second, "About… fifteen. Eleven chickens, three turkeys, and Delta,"

He opened the small bag, peered in briefly. "Thank you," he repeated again. "Thank you,"

“If you ever need anything, I’m here,” Jane said quietly.

He looked up at her, "Women normally don't take so liking to me so fast.."

Jane laughed a little. “Do you first meet a woman when she’s drunk most of the time?”

"Most of the time I'm sober and an [butt]," he laughed.

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“I don’t think so. Give me one good reason to believe that.”

"Um, Delta, chickens, turkeys.." she mumbled for a second, "About… fifteen. Eleven chickens, three turkeys, and Delta,"

“What? Fifteen birds?? How do you even afford this much?” Pierre tried to ignore the chicken, looking around at the beautiful decor. Even before the war, he would never had dreamed of luxury like this.

"You've never met sober me," John replied, "Sober me not around women,"

"Oh, it doesn't cost much really. All I need for the poultry is seed.. they mostly care for themselves. Delta is the expensive one," Edonine replied.

The hen fluffed it’s wings and hopped up onto the couch, taking an experimental step forward. Pierre shooed it away with his hand, leaving it squawking indignantly on the ground. “This one’s got attitude.”

"Oh, that's Judy. She's a royal pain in my [rear]. Pecked a rooster to death once." She sighed.

"You've never met sober me," John replied, "Sober me not around women,"

Jane blinked. "Well, what else is there to know about you?"

Returning, Sebastian handed the bread back to her. “I never asked for your name.”
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"Annalise." She said, taking it back.

"I'm very lonely," he admitted.

"I'm very lonely," he admitted.

"I am too," she said with a sour laugh.

He stood up, sliding the money into his pocket. John looked at her, curiously, gently.

Jane arched an eyebrow. “You think if you live alone in this house with no one to talk to all day while your father is away in the city and you don’t get lonely, you will be in for a rude awakening.”

"Well, Jane, hopefully.. that won't end up being the case anymore."

"Well, Jane, hopefully.. that won't end up being the case anymore."

She looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

His cheek twitched. John rubbed his hands together, "Can I see you again?" He asked, voice very quiet. Eyes glassy with the fear of her rejection.