(bunnies?! oh, Ace. SHIPSHIPSHIP)
Her brain was fritzing, glitching, unable to function properly. Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies, butterflies., she thought frantically, trying to focus herself with the simple word. "Butterflies!", she blurted out, slapping her hand over her mouth afterwards, horrified.
Im d y i n g )
Ace laughed. And laughed. And laughed. And realized he was laughing too much. And nervously giggled one last time before he quieted down.
(sameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
(ill be back in about 30 min sorry gtg)
Shipshipship )
maniacal giggling )
Write about Peter brushing his teeth. It'll be interesting.
XD oke )
Peter opened his mouth in a loud groan when sleep kept escaping him. It was his head's fault, since now he couldn't stop thinking about Sky, and it kept his heartrate racing at where his imagination left him. He decided to go brush his teeth to try and shirk his sleeplessness.
(K, I'm back)
Macha burst out laughing at Ace's awkwardness, her ponytail coming loose and her long white hair cascading in front of her face. Still laughing, she pushed the thick, straight locks out of her eyes and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. "I wish they served beer here.", she chuckled ruefully, indicating to the snack table and trying to ignore both the throbbing by her eyes and the ridiculously happy bubbly feeling in her chest.
"I'm only 19. I can't have beer." Ace thought about his dad, "My dad would've killed me."
(Hi! I know I'm late to this roleplay, but can I join?)
DEFINITELY!
JUST READ IT!
SERIOUSLY, ACTUALLY, DEFINITELY READ IT!
(Thank you!)
Ace picked up a bag of chips and started eating them.
Heat. God all Blake could feel was an uncontrollable amount of warmth spreading from the inside out. He hadn't meant for this to happen. It'd started with three glasses of whiskey that were far stronger than Blake expected. Then the girl sat down next to him. She had mahogany skin, cherry red lips, and eyes the same color of the whiskey running through his veins. After the three drink, Blake was getting more than tipsy, and all the bartender had to say was: "I see a lot of faces in here." In response to his question. He should leave. Fly somewhere to sleep off the alcohol. But then the girl bought him another drink. Her soft hands had rested on his arm and suddenly Blake was struggling to keep sane. Don't accept the drink! You have a mission! His mental scolding soon faded a few more drinks later. Her voice was like honey. "What's 'sur name?" Blake's words slurred as she gently coaxed him onto the makeshift dance floor.
"Just call me yours for tonight." She winked at him and smirked. Blake's heart was fluttering, and apparently his wings were too. She laughed and ran her hands down them, sending shivers down Blake's spine. A few hours later and Blake was hardly in control of himself anymore. He'd spilled just about every piece of information he had about himself, his past, and his mission. Blake was pretty sure he was in love as the music pulsed in rhythm with his heartbeat and her lips were against his. She broke the kiss quickly and lead him outside.
"Where-" Blake's slowed speech made him easy to interrupt.
"You're going in the back of my car to sleep. I will be in the front seat since I'm not drunk." She sighed as Blake pouted beside her. "Come on, Blake. You need rest." She pressed her lips to his again, longer this time. Blake felt like all his senses were in overdrive and he let the girl lead him in an intoxicated haze. "Please don't throw up." And with that Blake was lying down in the backseat, falling asleep. He vaguely heard the girl calling someone up front. "Yeah. This is field agent Niki reporting in. I have an R.A.C. soldier in my custody. What do you want me to do with him?"
OOH! and the plot thickens!
Ooohhh xD blaaaakkkeee )j
@TopazWyrmlet~ where are you?
(I can't believe you @TiredOtter.)
Natasha, you're back!
(My poor Blake is blackout drunk in a car :( @Natasha I figured Niki was contacting the Citadel so Blake is probably in Dani's jurisdiction at this point if that's okay with you.)
(Yeah sorry. Tonight was kind of a family night. But I'm (pretty sure) that I'm free now.)
(It's fine bc I'm doing homework right now anyways so my response might take awhile.)
(That was actually what I was thinking when I read that)
You don't have to say sorry! I'm thankful that you're here!
(Perfect lol)
What time is it?
It's WRITING TIME that's what!
