Will shrugged and led Nash up the stairs to the left of the clothes room. "What kinda guests do you think might want to come here?"
Angel/Devil rp
"Not sure, friends? I mean, we're guests, technically." Nathaniel trotted along behind Will, more awake now.
(JOANNN!)
Joan shut the book once she heard steps on the stairs. She tucked Chasing Red under her pillow and stood up. Strudding to the door she waited for them to arrive.
Nathaniel knocked on the door politely. "Hello? May we come in?" He tried to roll up the sleeves of the hoodie unsuccessfully.
"Sure, I'm just gonna lock you all out while I hord my blankets all to myself," Joan responded sarcastically as she opened the door. "Come in."
He didn't catch the sarcasm and came in, still trying to roll up the hoodie sleeves. The jeans made it look less like a dress, but it was still massive on him.
Will smiled and kissed Joan when he entered. "Why did we need to change anyway?"
(Will?) Joan crashed onto her bed-which was, by the way, blanket-less- and started to hug a pillow. "Because, you guys will be my guest to the lunch my dad is having with his officials," She drawled out.
"What? That means we should have dressed formally then! Should I change? I… don't know whether there' anything smaller than this, though.." Nathaniel looked ready to dash out the door should Joan say it was necessary.
(sure,) Joan started blushing after realizing Will had kissed her. She buried her head into her pillow and tried not to flip out.
Will smiled, "sounds good. Do I need to re-learn my table manners?" Will sat down with Joan.
(XD)
(Don't worry about Nathaniel, he's got table manners down.)
(I'm not, that was apparent) Joan scooted a bit closer. "Probably not, just try not to," Joan squeaked, "kiss me, again."
Nathaniel looked away, his face flushing a bit in embarrassment. He felt as though he were intruding, and wasn't sure whether he should just leave and give them their space.
"Are you talking about right now or later?" Will teased.
(Lol Nathaniel is uncomfortable like um should I leave)
"Uh," Joan stuttered.
(Do what you want Nash, don't leave the chat though. Lunch will be in a bit)
(XD)
"Can I safely translate that, 'uh' into a later?"
(Lunch? Like for you, or in the rp?)
Nathaniel just slowly backed out of the room and quietly closed the door. He sat outside in the hallway, deciding he'd just wait there until he was called for whatever he was invited to.
(IN the rp) "N-no," Joan was a nervous wreak, having never had approached something like this before. Men hadn't been allowed near her sense she was thirteen.
Will raised an eyebrow and stood up, walking to the other side of the room and sat down cross-legged. "What kind of officials does your dad know?"
Nathaniel hummed to himself in the hallway whilst tapping his fingers. He wasn't humming any song in particular, just distracting himself. He hoped that this whole 'meeting with officials' thing came soon, he was pretty bored at this point.
"Um, the people in his inner ring. Some angels he's trying to make peace with. Every fallen ever-although not many will be there." Joan continued to run off a list of ten or so names and their species, language, and a bit more. "He is the king of a the most popular realm after all," She finished.
"I will be there." Will muttered. "Cool. That sounds fun."
Joan started to tuck her wings in closer to her, turning her head down and nodding. "I have to go help set the table. Help me?" She asked.
Nathaniel was dozing off again, having sat outside for a while. And by a while, that's about five to ten minutes. But it felt like ages to him.
"Yeah sure." Will stood back up and opened the door for Joan.