Time Travel, France, and Romance // OxO // Closed

(I’m up for this if you’d like :)

(Sure. Should I send over a quick sample of writing from one of my books or one of my rp’s?)

(These are just quick samples from one I’ve done. I haven’t actually been a part of a lot of role plays, but enough to know how they work. Just not enough to have a lot of samples to choose from lol.)

Donny gestured to his trailer. “You just gave me crap about how clean I am and now you’re going to ask me if I clean?”
The boy shook his head with a laugh. “And you better sleep more, Mre. Insomnia? I understand— so you take sleep where you get it.”
The boy took up whistling as he began to clean his plate in the diminutive sink. The ivory paint was chipping but other than that it was spotless. He slipped his plate into its corresponding cabinet, finishing off the last of his tea as well.

And;

The boy let out a silent giggle of sorts. “No, no, it’s quite alright. Thank you for your offer, though, Wolfie. Go ahead and go finish up your packing. I’ll let Mre here sleep while I hook up outside.”
Donny finished up the last of the dishes, beginning to wipe down the counter. He finished soon enough, slipping past the man in the doorway, winking as he passed. He made his way to the front of the trailer, starting to check its condition. His trailer had been acting up recently, so he decided to pull out his board and tools, slipping under the vehicle and working with the wheels.

(Thanks!)

Name: Louis (Lou) Quincy
Age (between 20-22): 21
Gender and Sexuality: Male h/h ; He’s 21, but he still has no clue what sexuality he is. Atm, he’s leaning toward males.
Looks: (Don’t have a face-claim so I’m gonna just describe him) Lou’s eyes are a piercing blue, and his wavy hair falls into them constantly, so he’s almost always pushing it aside. He has sort of a crooked smile with dimples. He hates it, but most people find it charming. His hair is light brown and shaved on the sides. Freckles dot his face and he looks slightly younger than he is. He often wears round, thin-rimmed glasses and his wardrobe consists of jackets, graphic T-shirts, and jeans. He’s roughly 5’11.”
Other: He has a small terrier named Bean, and he takes him everywhere he goes. Also, Lou is sort of the stereotypical lovable nerd type. He’s really professional with those he doesn’t know, but he’ll be his normal, smart, sarcastic self if he’s comfortable.

(If you want me to draw him, I’d love too. Just to give you an idea or visual of what he looks like.)

(Ill go get started on the drawing then, lol— And h/h means “he / him.” Basically what pronouns they prefer to go by. I didn’t know that until recently either, so don’t feel stupid )

(Sure! I’ll probably active all night tonight, considering I just drank my weight in coffee lol, so really any time. Also wanted to note: Personally, I don’t swear. Not that I’m against it or physically will never do it— I just have gotten so used to not XD. You can totally swear if you want, I won’t be offended or whatever, but I’ll probably just keep it to a minimum for myself lol )

The latte singed the top of his mouth as Lou took a sip. His over-exaggerated reaction caused the light liquid to spill over the rim and onto his coat. He looked down at it with a raised eyebrow, sighing.
He set the cup back down on the round table just outside of his favorite coffee shop. Not really caring about passerby, he leaned back, breathing in the crisp morning air and raising his feet to an adjacent chair. As Lou waited for his latte to cool, he wrapped his hands behind his head and exhaled, feeling all of his muscles relax.

Lou opened his eye slightly, noticing a man around his age walk into the shop. It piked his interest, so he kept watching slyly from his table outside. He kept his relaxed position, as to not be noticed.
Doesn’t seem like he’s from around here, Lou thought. Wonder if he’s an American boy.
Lou crossed his legs, reaching for his cup, then leaned back yet again.

Lou kept his eye on the new man until his attention was turned elsewhere— to the small dog padding at his ankle.
“Hey, Bean,” Lou smiled, picking up his small terrier puppy. “Want to sit up here with me?”
The grey fur slid through his fingers as he ruffled the top of its head, the collar jingling. Bean, now happily sitting on his owner’s lap, made his best attempt at consuming the coffee held tightly in the man’s other hand. Lou chuckled in response, holding his cup higher.

(Alright, no problem)

Bean started jumping up and licking Lou’s face. Lou shrunk up his shoulders, wrinkling his nose and grinning. His coffee began spilling slightly on the pavement.
“Bean! C’mon,” he laughed, pushing the puppy back down gently. The puppy just looked up happily, its tail wagging furiously.
“You made me spill my coffee, buddy,” Lou whimpered, his accent slightly more audible. His voice was oddly melodic and raspy for his lanky frame.