Realistic Modern Day RP {Open}

Claire flushed at that phrase– Then I'd say you're perfect for me. "I– Um…." She tripped herself up and hid her face. Gosh not again…. This was the same issue with Clovis… "Y– You'd gamble your e-entire life???" T-There's no way….
She slid her arms back through the sleeves and tried to leave. "I– I really have to go–" But she winced as imaginary pain struck her ankle.

(Sorry guys.)

Dare pulled her close again. "Hey, woah there. You can't go anywhere on that ankle. Let me see it?" He looked into her eyes, inquiring with a hand stretched out towards her ankle.

She nodded and dropped it in, not even worried that he had a weapon. "Alright, there you go."

Conner zipped up the backpack, putting it on again, "Thank you," he breathed, feeling like a weight had been lifted. They continued to walk and Conner looked at his feet, being the socially akward boio he was

Claire flushed at that phrase– Then I'd say you're perfect for me. "I– Um…." She tripped herself up and hid her face. Gosh not again…. This was the same issue with Clovis… "Y– You'd gamble your e-entire life???" T-There's no way….
She slid her arms back through the sleeves and tried to leave. "I– I really have to go–" But she winced as imaginary pain struck her ankle.

(Sorry guys.)

Dare pulled her close again. "Hey, woah there. You can't go anywhere on that ankle. Let me see it?" He looked into her eyes, inquiring with a hand stretched out towards her ankle.

(It okay :3)

Claire bit her lip. “That… other guy [Conner] r-relocated it…. I…. I don’t know why it’s hurting so bad…..” He told me it shouldn’t hurt…. A pin-needle pain struck her, and she squeaked embarrassingly. What is wrong with me….? She lifted it up, having her foot dangle in the air. “I… I guess you can look at it…” She sat back up on the bed, her legs hanging off the edge.

Fiona shrugged "No problem," she smiled softly and looked around, not wanting to seem annoying.

Conner slid his hands into his pockets as they walked, "S-So how did you end up with them?" Conner asked, trying to start a discussion

"Well, I ran into them a while ago and I just kinda stuck with them. We picked up App and Clair a few weeks ago and now you." Fiona glanced at Conner and kicked a rock with her foot.

Conner nodded, looking up at the sky. A cool breeze blew through the alley and he shivered slightly, the clothes he was currently wearing being the only things he had

Fiona saw him shiver and she took off her jacket, offering it to him slowly. "Here, you need it more than me," she said softly, feeling herself already get colder.

Conner looked at her, shaking his head, "No, no, you keep it," he insisted, "I've survived with less," he said truthfully, though he was warmed by the offer.

(I feel like at somepoint after he talks to whoever about his past he just needs to become this boss a b and like be super confident and a great marksman and also learn to throw knives and s like total turnaround. And everyone is like
excuse me
dafuq

(YASSSSS)

(y tho?)

Fiona chuckled "So have I, trust me," she put her jacket back on and smiled at the ground.

(y tho?)

Because character developement and overcoming obstacles
I honestly have no fing idea I just really want to see Conner become bada XD//

Same tho//

Conner bit his lip, looking away. True, he was usually super awkward, but not this much. Why did he feel so awkward around her. He instinctively pulled out his rope from his back pocket and began to tie knots, ignoring the pain of his rope-burns and blisters reopening on his hands

(:3)

Fiona started humming softly, glancing at Conner and blushing slightly.

Mira was sleeping in a corner away from the world. She didn't really like many people to begin with. But she never hated people either

Conner kept finding himself glancing at Fiona. One time, they both glanced at the same time and Conner hurriedly looked away, a scarlet blush creeping up his cheeks as his heart panicked

Fiona rolled her eyes and giggled lightly "Well, now that this is royally akward.." She felt her cheeks grow bright red and she looked at the ground, letting her hair fall In front of her face.

Conner chuckled as well, "Yeah…." he scratched the back of his head before letting his hand drop. Their fingers brushed with the motion and Conner felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he shivered, though not from the cold

(XD)
Fiona stopped momentarily when their fingers touched and she blushed even more, walking along like nothing had happened.

i love that XD//

Conner swallowed. He had a thought, and almost immediately went into panic mode. Oh Gods that would be the riskiest thing he'd ever done. He couldn't he-
apparently his hand didn't get the message.
His slender fingers, usually soft, now bandaged due to the burns and blisters, intertwined themselves with hers and he held his breath, not believing what he just did.

YAS GO CONNER YAS B YAASSS
Oh gods I'm too gay for this world//

(:3 floooooooooooooooooooofy :333333)

( GO CONNER)

XD//
Fiona smiled and squeezed his hand lightly, she went silent and glanced at Conner.

Conner let out a sigh of relief, turning and smiling at her before facing forwards again, considerably happier and less awkward