XD! Omg. )
The round-faced kid smiled up at him. "Do you think they'd accept me?"
"If they don't," Geoffrey spoke, "They gotta answer to us when they break your heart." He chortled in a fatherly manner.
Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]
"Um.. I owned a pig, once..?"
She giggled. “Is that it? Your deepest darkest secret is that you once owned a pig?”
"Well, my life isn't too.. Exciting," he admitted.
“Mm,” Louis agreed, flexing an enormous bicep. “And I doubt that they would win.”
Pierre chuckled, ruffling the kid’s hair once more. “And what about you, Geoffrey? Who’s your significant other?”
(I love these interactions they’re just bois being bois
uwu)
Francis lifted a calloused hand to smooth down his hair.
Geoffrey smiled, looking down at the stick of wood he was whittling. "My wife, her name is Adrienne," he spoke, looking at Francis. "We were.. Married by our parents whe we were both sixteen."
XD y a s s )
Its the SQUAD )
(The S Q U A D
Lmao)
“What’s she like?” he inquired, having only heard bits and pieces of the story, despite their closeness.
(I’m actually tempted to kill off Louis/his love interest… should I? A bittersweet ending to the war?)
"She's my moon," Geoffrey sighed with longing, pushing the knife across the bit of wood. "She's sweet and pure and… So helplessly loyal and naive. That's why she has me, to help protect her,"
"That's so sweet.." Fracis sighed.
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(Rip okay)
“Aww..” Pierre reached— somewhat perilously— across the fire to flick his friend’s shoulder. “She’s waiting for you at home?”
"Yessir. With our… Three kids. Going on four." A sweet, fatherly smile spread across his face.
Cruz couldn't help but smile too. He envied his friend's status as a father.
Going on four.. “Good for you, man,” Pierre told him sincerely.
By now, Louis had descended into incoherent French that not even Pierre, who was only half French, could decipher, but his meaning was clear enough.
"Thank you.." He sighed joyfully.
"What's he saying?" Francis asked.
Pierre shrugged helplessly, glancing up at Louis. “My mama only taught me so much French, so I dunno. But I think what he means to say is ‘congratulations’.”
"Okay," Francis exhaled.
Cruz lifted his arms in a massive stretch, "Ohhh, I wish I had the luck of charm as you three."
Both Louis and Pierre looked disbelievingly to Cruz. “Cruz, I think it’s safe to say that you’re both the hottest and most charismatic person here.”
He sputtered into loud, forced laughter. "Yeah, sure.."
“No, we mean it,” Louis chimed in, straining to keep from slipping back into his native tongue. “Give yourself some credit, mon ami.”
He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd feel better if I could attract women with the least bit of brains."
“But you do have brains!” Louis argued in the kind of voice that suggested ‘no’ would not be a satisfactory answer.
"No, i mean, women with brains," he corrected his friend.
Francis shifted uneasily.
“Ahh, I see,” Louis nodded, understanding. “Someone will come along eventually, my friend. Just you wait.”
(This week on: catch the musical reference)
🎶 a l e x a n d e r h a m i l t o n 🎶 )
He grunted with acknowledgement.
(Eyyy)
(Do you want to skip or stay?)
Skipp)
(To morning? Or when?)
Drills the next day? (Basically training, Bailey will lead it)
Sure, would you mind starting?