Roleplay?

The man followed Reos to the back of the house. Jaylen turned to Daso.
"Do you know that guy?" She asked.

Dom stepped inside, thankful that the man was fairly forgiving about Dom's abrupt appearance. The place was a makeshift workshop, witha table covered in mechanical odds and ends, and tools scattered about. Dom, curiosity getting the better of him, decided to ask, "So, if you don't mind me asking,what exactly do you work on here?"

"Nope, never seen him in my life." Daso shrugged. "Not that weird, though. Reos is always helping people."

Reos smiled. "Ah, nothin in particular. It's just a hobbie of mine, to fix stuff."

(Can my Character be someone's sibling or friend? My Character is Amelia, who is affectionately referred to by her friends as 'Cat Lady-In-Training' due to her love to read and her 4 cats.

He jogged up to the porch, but didn't cross their property. "I, uh… Have you seen my phone? I lost it, and I really really need it back," he explained.

(lol you can be my friend or sister if you want)

"It seems we're having all the visitors today," Jaylen told Daso.

(Thanks)

"Nice. Sounds like my luck is holding." Dom said. He glanced around a bit more, and noticed the two other people, a very striking girl and a guy who seemed to be rather interested in her. The girl, however was fixated on the locket in her hand.

"Oi! Jordan! Where are you going?", Amelia ran over to her brother on the porch, clutching a large box with air holes on it.

(sister or friend?) "Oh thank goodness. Amelia have you seen my phone anywhere?" He asked.

(Sister) "Your phone? Of course not! I was walking Mr. Snuffles home from the vet." She replied, patting the carrying case.

"Cute," he said smiling at the cat and petting it through the cage. "But I really need to find it. I was thinking maybe these people could help? Or maybe you could?" His voice got a bit high pitched, and he tried not to panic. "It took me months to save up enough money for that cell phone, I have to get it back."

(Side note: Jordan is 22 and trans, but on testosterone and has had multiple operations so a stranger wouldn't be able to tell that he is)

Amelia smiled. "You think I didn't install a tracking app for your phone on my phone?" (Shes obsessed with knowing where everything is) "But let's try these people first, they look like cat people to me."

An urge to protect his sister suddenly took over him. His brow furrowed and he glanced over his shoulder at the house. "Amelia… I don't know. We don't know these people, it might not be such a good idea."

Daso grinned. "I'm more of a any-and-all sea animals person, but cats are nice."

(I'm about to go to bed. Night guys

"Good Point, but you were the one who walked over here in the first place." She said, "I'll pull up the app"

(goodnight) "Yeah, but it's different. I'm a guy, you're a girl. Not trying to be sexist, it's just that you're in more danger than I am… because of how a lot of people are."

Hearing commotion outside, Dom turned to see another couple people looking in throught the doorframe. The girl carried a box, and Dom swore he heard a faint mewling inside.

He found himself staring at the girl as she pulled out her phone. She glanced up, and he quickly looked away.

Amelia slapped her brother. Hard. "What was that for?" He asked in anger. "Who's in danger now?" She said "Anyway, I could've been clear out of here before you looked up, and that was me holding back. I can defend myself."

"How many people are going to be here?" Jaylen asked, suddenly feeling a little claustrophobic.
"Can I go outside for a minute? She asked Daso.

Amelia looked up to see a guy looking through the door. "Hello, my brother is wondering if you've seen his phone."

He rubbed the side of his face, glaring at her. "Don't let my sister into your house, she's crazy," he said, mostly to Amelia.

"I haven't," Jaylen said, walking out of the house.

(I have to go bc my dad monitors my internet usage and I'll get in trouble if I'm on too late. Goodnight lol)

Dom tensed up as the girl addressed him. "N-No clue, sorry." He stammered.

Sparks, he thought, I just can't talk right, can I?

His gaze went back to the phone in her hand. It was open to a tracker of sorts. The same kind he had made to help his drones recover themselves.

"Maybe I can lend a hand? I know that software pretty well…."
(I might call it as well. See ya'll tomorrow, or later on today if you're on eastern!)

(making my character
Altra is 5'3", pale, red hair, freckles, icy blue eyes, timid, anxious, and overly prepared for everything. he could be like the mom of the group or something idk)

(I'm back!

Daso scrambled to catch up with Jaylen. "Sorry about all the guests," he apologized sheepishly, "I wasn't expecting all this either."