Angel/Devil rp

(Continue, I'm sure he won't mind if we throw him in a little bit)

( You have a word and put two astricts in front and behind that word, no spaces.)

Joan wakes up peacefully, a little jumpy at seeing Will asleep beside her but otherwise fine. She quickly ordered some food to be brought up. The light from the window was reflecting on Will's face as she stared shamelessly. Unworried about Nash, Will, her father, or any of her other problems.

Will wakes up to see Joan staring at him, "how do you get up so early?"

Joan shrugged, "Habit. You ready for some food? It should be up in a minute."

Will yawns and nods at the same time. "Yerp. What'd you get?" Will looks over at Nash. A sharp pain attacks his heart. Patch, please be ok. "Should we wake him up?"

"No, I think he needs to sleep. We nearly died yesterday, twice," Joan said noncolantly. "Oh, and I ordered pancakes, eggs, bacon, and coffee. Sound good?"

"Yeah." Will just realized that he hadn't eaten in days. "I'm starving."

"Good." Joan turned and left for the bathroom, with her backpack. "Don't let anyone enter until I come out, kay?"

"Aye aye ma'am." Will saluted her.

(GTG. BYE!!!!!!!)

A smile fixed on Joan's face as she changed into a pair of close fitting black skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a spiked leather jacket before coming out. "This ok?" Joan gestured to her outfit.

(Ok, will you be back?)

(Yeah, I think.)
Will eyes her outfit, "fine with me."
(My last message for awhile.)

(ok)

(I'm back.)

(Yay!)

(It's your turn.)

"Good," Joan pulled her hair up into a ponytail, "Once we eat I have to drop Nash off at his house, then we can go find Patch." Knock knock

"Do you think that's room service?" Will walks cautiously towards the door.

"Probably, be careful when you open it though. Before you came I had to take the other one down when he tried to kill us," Joan was worried that this one would be just as bad as the first.

Will opens the door with a smile on his face. "Hey, thanks." the butler walks in with fancy plate covers and cups. He reveals the food and places the coffee on the table. "Enjoy." He says and walks out. Once he is gone, Will closes the door and smiles, "I think we're good."

"Thank goodness." Joan spins around, "Nash! Walk up!"

(Hello?)

(Hey, sorry!)

Will serves himself pancakes and eggs and coffee, then sits on the bed.

Joan started putting together two more plates. Nash slowly stood up, rubbing his eyes. Joan sat down next to him, watching Will.

"What?" Will asks his mouth full of food.

Joan blinked. "Sorry," She stated, putting her head down to eat. "Nash walk up!" She spoke after a bite or two.

Will shrugged and gobbled down the rest of his food. "Who would've thunk that this stuff is good?" Will laughs and playfully tosses a pillow at Nash.