(Bye foster daughter! Your daddy will miss yo!u)
An RP Idea That I Just Came Up With [OPEN!]
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(Bye! I hope you can get your grades happy and get caught up on life! I hope that made sense…)
(Aw thanks, all of you! :3
help me I’m running. I have 2 minutes left of notebook.ai time ;-;)
(I really like this roleplay. QnQ)
“It’s a nice place.” Aaliyah murmured, “Once in a while, you can feel the breeze blow through your hair.”
Lucas sat by the tree trunk and leaned against it. He was always tense, but he was trying to relax, at least.
“Good bye.” Aaliyah said, climbing up the branches.
"Where are you going?" And now he was anxious again. He was distrustful of trees after the 'incident' from earlier. His chest was still sore.
“Up the tree.” Aaliyah said, point our the obvious. “I’m finding a comfortable and sturdy spot.”
"Er, i-isn't it more comfortable down here?" Lucas offered. "You know, grass. No fear of it collapsing beneath you."
Aaliyah laughed, “Fine.” And then she jumped off the branch. (Wow smart, Aaliyah.)
Lucas jumped a bit when Aaliyah fell towards him and he stumbled out of the way. If he were in his human form, he could take the impact, but his dog form would be crushed.
“Whoopsie.” Aaliyah said, “Are you good?”
"Y-Yeah, fine." He sat back down, slightly shaken. His fur was ruffled at this point.
Aaliyah laughed again and took a seat, “Somehow, daises grow here.”
"Mhmm…" Lucas lay his head on Aaliyah's shoulder, closing his eyes. He was exhausted, both from the events from earlier and simply shapeshifting.
Aaliyah didn’t move, like she usually did when someone leaned on her. She closed her eyes too. It was so peaceful.
But was it too peaceful?
Hopefully not…
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It’d be a shame if it was.
(I’m sorry. I got dramatic.)
(Should something happen?)
(… but the smol children finally got peace. ;-;
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But I mean, what do you have in mind?)
(lmao. Something dangerous, maybe an animal, comes back and attacks Lucas. He can't change back into a human bc he's injured, and boom drama)
(NNNOOOOO. DDDDD: NOOTT POOR LUKEY’S ABILITY. QAQ)
(I LIKE TO TORTURE MY CHILDREN)
(And then Aaliyah can carry smol pupper Lucas)
(But his humannn. ;-; Whale he get to turn human ever again? QAQ)
(When he's healed. Gtg to bed now. Byeeeeee)
(BYE.)
(Heyo)
(Hello Foster children!)
(Hiiiiiii planning on torturing my child u down?)