"No, no," he half giggled nervously.
Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)
"Are you too chicken?" She teased.
"Yes!" He laughed.
"Wow. Alas, I must admit, I am very disappointed, young Peter. Very well, you made your decision, it is your turn." Skylar said, keeping as much of a straight face as she could.
"Uh, truth or dare, Sky?" He smiled sheepishly.
"Again? Uh, truth this time." She grinned.
"How much do you love me~?"
(Ooooh)
Skylar blushed. "Very much. You're amazing. I love you very much." she replied, repeating some her words.
He smiled, "Well, I love you too," he gushed cringily.
(hi everybody)
She giggled. "Uh, ok… Peter, I'm giving you another chance. Truth or dare?"
"Truth,"
"When did you first realized you loved me?"
He blinked, looking sideways, "When…" he blinked a few times, mumbling his answer too quiet to hear.
"When What? Speak louder please." She teased.
"When I almost say you got shot," he spoke softly, "I wasn't ready to take you for granted and watch you die,"
(I was betting on the time when Skylar fell asleep on his shoulder)
(thanks a lot)
(now I have to give my sister 5 dollars)
XD! Sorry?? )
Skylar blushed. "I Love you so much. Thank you for doing that, by the way.." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, keeping her hands away from anything.
(I was betting on the time when Skylar fell asleep on his shoulder)
(thanks a lot)
(now I have to give my sister 5 dollars)
Ahahah I was betting on that too!)
(all is forgiven)
(and ughg i haven't written anything for like, 5 billion pages)
(Ace is lonely)
(he needs glasses)
(He needs LOVE)
He closed his eyes and smiled sweetly.
(lol you and your sister have an awesome relationship it sounds like.)
"It's your turn." She whispered, leaning into him.
(dinner bye)
"Um," he exhaled softly, looking for somebody else to ask.
(lol you and your sister have an awesome relationship it sounds like.)
(yeah, awesome)
(shoots sarcastic glance at sister)
(so awesome that she gave my friend a ring pop and told him that I proposed, but was too shy to ask)
(that was an awkward conversation)
"I swear I didn't propose!"
(cue the smug look from my sister)
Ace walked down the halls of the Citadel, cradling his new hand. It was shiny and metal and sparkly and it smelled like cheeseburgers.
It was perfect!
He retreated to the room he shared with Peter and glared at the drawer, trying to kick it, but failing because everything was blurry, and he kicked the wall instead.
"Holy Gack! That hurt!" he held onto his throbbing foot and fell onto the bed. "Stupid drawer. Always taking my shirts."
Ace longed for his old tank top. Sure it was so dirty you couldn't have told it was once white and it smelled like cheeseburgers and had dried purple blood on it from his stomach wound, but he'd loved that shirt.
Loved it, I tell you.