(Thanks! I might not be on later today.)
Angel/Devil rp
(ok)
(I'm back!)
(HI its your turn!)
Will nods, "thank you for all your help. I haven't been around young kids in awhile and I lost him." Will looks up at Joan with his eyes watering, "what if he's dead?"
Joan's heart tugs at Will's eyes. She didn't want him to feel pain, Joan was certain he had felt too much all ready. "I'm sure he's fine," She spoke softly, unsure if it was true.
Will lets the tears stream down his cheeks and drip onto his lap, I've never cried before. Why now? he thinks to himself.
Joan grabbed Will's arm and started pulling him to the bathroom. She needed to stop his tears. "What's your favorite animal?" Joan sat him down on the toilet lid and kept asking questions like, 'What's your full name?' 'What's the one place you want to live?' 'What's your favorite food?' And such along those lines while she whipped his tears, checked him for injuries, and found him a pare of clothes. She left saying, "You can be in the room across the hall if you want. If you're not comfortable alone you can come in and sleep in here." She just wasn't sure where.
Will shakes his head, "no. I can't be alone right now. I'll find a blanket and sleep on the floor."
"No need," Joan nervously took a step back, "I'm sure we can share, give Nash his own space." Hex, she thought, What did I just do?!
"Sure." Will takes his new clothes back into the bathroom and changes.
"Hell," Joan whispered to Will's back. Joan was a mess, she knew she was, and she doesn't have time for this. Joan then remembered her father. "Seriously, hell." She collapsed to the bed.
Will emerges from the bathroom wearing a tight cotton shirt and plaid Pj pants. "Hey, you ok?"
"Yeah, just worried about my dad," Joan shook her head, "Not a big deal." Joan looked stressed with circles under eyes from the past few days and a dim look in her eye. But she threw on a plastic smile and stood up.
"Why would you be worried about him? He's done nothing good to anyone." Will smirks, "I know that you're stressed, tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing really," Joan tried again. She dipped her head down at his smirk, unsure how to react. This is the first time a boy has been aloud within fifty feet of her. Courtesy of her dad.
"Ya, sure?" Will walks up to Joan and hugs her.
Joan stiffeners at the contact, trembling lightly. She forced herself to control it, all of it. "F-fine."
(XD!)
(I love this, it's so much fun)
(Ikr!)
(Are you gonna move the story along though? I wanna see what you do next)
Will backs away holding Joan's face in his hands, "I promise you, you'll be alright."
(Just did.)
"You can't promise that," Joan murmured. She wasn't worried about herself, she was worried about what her father would do to him.
"Yes, I can and I will promise you that." Will was getting really tired, "you ready?" He says pointing to the queen-sized bed.
"Sure. I'm on the right though," Joan begin to climb under the covers. "Goodnight," was called before all the lights when out. Sometimes blackouts really have their uses. Joan thought
(This is going to be interesting…)
(How did you bold it? And yes, yes it is)
Will walks back to the bed and pulls the sheets apart. Will falls asleep.
(Should we wait for Nash or continue to the next morning?)