Detailed OC's RP. 1/1!

Peace!

Mikhail had looked up from his book when the man had said hello and quietly everything that happened after it. He was blushing furiously by the end of the conversation as he nervously looked around. "S-Sooo…" He started awkwardly, not sure what to do at all.

"Sooooo…." The demon repeated, his East London accent very apparent. He waited…

"So, w-what do you, um, want to do?" Mikhail asked awkwardly, moving some of his hair out of his face. His face was slowly starting to return to it's normal color as he awkwardly looked around.

"I juat thought you looked… Interesting." Samaeal said. "I'm Samaeal, but you can call me Pet!" He said.

"Oh-um-okay then. I'm Mikhail, by the way," Mikhail replied.

Samaeal extended a hand, ready to shake with the other boi.

Mikhail shaked Samaeal's hand, a small cute smile on his face as he glanced at the other person, some of his ashen blue hair was covering a bit of his face.

Samaeal shook Mikhail's hand as well, adjusting his beanie, starting to blush a very small bit.

Mikhail also blushed slightly and smiled at Samaeal.

(now share your brownie i payed good fictional money for that)

Yup…

(now share your brownie i payed good fictional money for that)

(lol)

Samaeal cut the brownie in half as if he'd done it a thousand times.
"Here you go, mate!" He simpered, shoving the brownie slightly towards Mikhail.

(can I do a time change now?)

(I guess… Sorry for my inactivity, my phone died.)

(It's fine)

Samaeal cut the brownie in half as if he'd done it a thousand times.
"Here you go, mate!" He simpered, shoving the brownie slightly towards Mikhail.

"No-um-it's fine," Mikhail said, lightly shoving the brownie back towards him.

"Wwll I don't want it all, what, do you think we should give it back to the lady?" He asked, his face softening.

"Yea, we probably should." Mikhail answered, glancing at the woman who had given them the brownie.

Samaeal wrapped it up nicely in the napkin, approaching the girl. He smiled.
"Here you go!"

Mikhail also stood up and had followed Samaeal to where ever he was going.

Helen looked up from her sketch, two children playing in the sand. "Oh! I- um- er- uh. O- okay." The man left the brownie on the table and turned around. Helen blushed furiously and went back to her sketch, focusing on one lock of hair at a time, one grain of sand at a time, shading each of them expertly as she made her way across the paper. She didn't know where the time had gone. When she looked up, the two men were gone. Her brownie sat lifeless on the napkin on her table across from her. Hmm. Helen took out her phone, took a picture of the brownie, picked it up with one hand, grabbed her purse with the other, set her usual smile back on her face, and confidently walked out the door.

_Bump….?

_Bump….?

I dunno if our friend is here but hey!

Haiiii, how's life?

Hi. I'm good, you?

Same here

(is now late? sorry i've been busy)

(Don't be sorry, by all means it's cool!