Gay AF Roleplay (Closed)

(my character is ready for a gay romance lmaoo)

Let the gay begin

(*trumpet playing *)

heres my character.
Name:aubrey
Gender/pronouns:Female
Age: 16
sexuality:lesbian
Height: 5' 3"
Personality: Sweet, quiet kind, Intelligent caring, anxious worries a lot protective of friends shy at times.
introverted.(Other things about her will be revealed during the rp.)

Appearance:has curly dark brown hair, dark green eyes, pale white skin,
wears:dark blue pants, blue t-shirt, light blue flannel, a black hoodie,black doc martens, silver hoop earing,black lace choker,short hair.

Hazel's phone buzzes and she checks it to see it's a message from her date. "Sorry. This isn't right. I can't do this with my parents so against it" She turns off her phone without bothering to answer. That option's officially off the table then.

(I'm not sure what to do from here lmao)

(Me neither lol. let's just make our characters talk about their lives and shit because DEVELOPMENT

(idk how to get my character to do that though he's to exhausted to get up XD)

(I gotta go to bed now though, so goodnight)

(lol same)

(hellooo)

(hi)

(idk how to continue this. Mitchell is still exhausted and can't really do anything lol)

(yeah same)

(merg)

(ok, idea. Let's say the barista is called Jared and anyone can control him. He can start conversations and shit)

(okay lol, but I have a lot of trouble controlling more than one character)
Mitchell stretched and yawned. "I should probably get up and move around. I can't just lay around at the cafe all day," he said, standing up. But when he walked forward, his legs gave out and he fell on the floor, hitting his shoulder on the counter. "That… did not work out as I planned."

Michael hopped out of his seat, kneeling down next to Mitchell. "You want help up man?"

He sighed. "Can I just lay here?" he asked, face squished on the floor.

Hazel's eyes flicked to the display behind her. The guy on the ground was making no attempt to get up. "As comfy as I know that hardwood floor is, you might wanna get up, or someone could come along with a nice cup of coffee, trip on you, and spill it all over that place. Shit's happened"

Michael poked him. "I'll buy you another coffee if it helps."

He let out a sigh. "No… just gimme a minute. I think I'll be okay," he said, making no attempt at moving anywhere.

"Don't make me drag you dude, I want more scones and you're in the way."

"Just step on me, I don't care. I really don't want to get up."

Michael made a frustrated noise. "I'm not stepping on you bro." Michael took a quick look around the cafe to see if anyone was watching. He snapped his fingers, and Mitchell was back in his seat

He flinched, freaked out. "Wait–I–what the hell?" He said, looking around. "Am I so low on sleep that I've started hallucinating?"

"Uhh…I think so? You nodded off when I tried picking you up," Michael said, definitely not planning on telling some stranger he was psychic

Esha had no idea what to do. She nodded towards the girl, of course she could sit there. Her eyes darted over to the musician, wondering if he noticed, and back to the spectacle in front of her. She probably shouldn't get involved, right?

Hazel sat down next to the reading girl and introduced herself, still trying to wrap her head around what the fuck just happened.

Esha greeted her and introduced herself as well. "Do you think they've got it handled?" she murmured.