(I forgot I didn't mention her species' talent in detail. That's alright though, it's only for my novel. The wings can go, that's alright. Everything else ok?)
I PROLLY SHOULDN'T, BUT THIS IS A SCI-FI RP YEAH!!!! (CLOSED) (#LARSTORIA)
(Yeah bro I think she's good if I see anything else I'll let you know!)
(Okay, thanks! Shall I get her started?)
(Not rn not everyone is ready)
(Aya. Standing by.)
(Heyo I won't be on til the afternoon just saving this from drowning.)
//okey lol I’m on prettty much all day except 2-3:30 ish est
(Hey I have arrived my kiddos)
//sup
(My dude, how's vacation treatin ya?)
//fun. I get to do nothing, watch aos, write, etc :D
(Nice! I can't wait for mi-wait…)
//what
(I don't get one lol)
//WHAT
(Yip. No break for me I got school all year round)
//I AM SO SO S O SO S O SORRY HOW ARE YOU SANE
(I'm not that's what helps me keep my cool)
(Yeesh. My condolences)
//interesting technique but ok
(You guys wanna get this moving?)
//sure
(I've gotta leave for a job interview soon…..)
//good luck!
“Okay well we got none of those,” Victoria shrugged. “Sorry, no deal.”
Lars glanced at her. "Actually, that's the cargo we were carrying when we got here…."
(Thanks! It's my first time and I'm nervous. (and my mom means well, but isn't helping :P))
“Flip. Really?” Victoria glared at Lars. “Well, you could’ve told me!”
"I did but you weren't listening!" He exclaimed.
“I think I would’ve listened to you telling me about bombs in our ship!” Victoria exploded.
//see what i did there