(Yis, please!)
Charlotte pulled open the door to the restaurant and walked inside, arms wrapped around herself. She reached up a hand to smooth her hair down, as it had been windy outside.
A Random Rp?
Aster was leaning back in his chair, head tipped up to the ceiling and his arms folded over his stomach. "I feel like a balloon." he grumbled.
Quinn didn't look much better, curled up slightly. "I know what you mean." he said with a laugh.
"I told you that you were going to make yourselves sick," Charlotte rolled her eyes as she sat down.
Aster stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, but I won."
"By half a bowl!" Quinn retorted.
"Your strategy failed, wise one," Charlotte commented wryly.
Quinn groaned. "I know, I know." he replied.
"Well, you can't say I didn't warn you," Charlotte sighed.
Quinn rolled his eyes. "Yeah…but now you have to kiss Aster." he said with a laugh.
Aster smirked at her.
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "It's actually quite tragic."
"Hey!" Aster protested. "What do you mean?"
"What, would you rather have kissed me?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning.
Charlotte grinned. "You wish. I was hoping you'd tie so I wouldn't have to kiss anyone."
Aster sighed.
Quinn laughed softly. "Mm. Alright."
Charlotte nodded, picking at a loose thread on the tablecloth.
Aster sighed. "Ughhh. I feel like shit." He moaned, leaning his head back.
"You don't get to complain; it's entirely your own fault," Charlotte said, shaking her head.
Aster groaned again. "I know." He replied, curling his arms around his stomach.
"Oh, go for a walk, or something," Charlotte waved dismissively.
"You have to kiss me first." Aster replied, smirking.
"If you can manage to stand up and get over here," Charlotte challenged, folding her arms.
Aster groaned, standing up and walking over to her. "There." He grumbled.
Charlotte stood up and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. "There. I hope you're pleased with yourself," she smiled, sitting back down.
Aster grinned. "Ah. Fine." He sat down again.
"You'd better stop complaining now," Charlotte warned.
"Or what?" Aster challenged with a grin.
"Or I'll pour ice water on your head," Charlotte said drily.
Aster groaned. "Fiiinne."
"Groaning counts as complaining, idiot," Charlotte sighed.
"Everything counts as complaining to you!" Aster exclaimed.
Quinn chuckled softly.
"That is legitimately not true," Charlotte protested. "It's just that you're so very whiny."
Aster rolled his eyes. "Am not!"
Quinn laughed again.