«We Could be Heroes»

[cathloveydovey]

(Thats what I was proposing. Normally we go to 9:00, but it's a little late for our family. I think we could bump the start time up to 5:30 and end at 8:00. Whatsay?)

(im otay wit dat )

 

[Thing2]

(Thats what I was proposing. Normally we go to 9:00, but it's a little late for our family. I think we could bump the start time up to 5:30 and end at 8:00. Whatsay?)

(Sounds good to me!)

 

[RiverStorm]

(Thats what I was proposing. Normally we go to 9:00, but it's a little late for our family. I think we could bump the start time up to 5:30 and end at 8:00. Whatsay?)

I like it but I might be late at 5:30...)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Tayn a bit surprised that she was still hungry scooped more onto her plate.

She scrambled onto the chair and stuck her fingers in the noodles.

 

[cathloveydovey]

(So are we going to end it here?)

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

I like it but I might be late at 5:30...)

(Dinnertime?)

 

[RiverStorm]

River sat down with her pasta and began to eat hungerly I don`t think I`ve been this hungry in forever.....

 

[HeavensHens88]

Sammy walked quickly out the door, she wanted to get to River's apt as soon as possible. She didn't even realize there was someone in front of her until she ran right into them. "Oof, uh, sorry..." she mumbled, staring at the person's pockets, which were filled with pens.

(@HeavensHens88 )

(It's been so long since I've RPed a human... forgive me. )
~The auburn-haired teen took a step back and her head jerked upward, her blue eyes flaring with wary. She stumbled a few steps back, dislodging a decent amount of pens in the process. "Why..." She slapped a hand over her mouth, and bent down, awkwardly trying to recover her beloved writing utensils without losing the stance that betrayed her readiness to flee. While reaching for a wayward pen that had rolled beneath a bus bench, she nicked her finger on a stray splinter of wood and staring at it in childish dismay before sucking on it as she clumsily returned to her feet. She scuffled her worn sneakers in an attempt to override the demeaning silence, and finally looked up at the stupified and seeming amused other girl. Her mouth open and closed she removed her finger and quickly stuffed it in a torn jean pocket. Her eyes flicked from her face to the ground, uncertain if she wanted to taint the air with words, then decided it ultimately best. "Um... sorry."~

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

(So are we going to end it here?)

(Probably. Plus my device is almost out of juice.)

 

[Thing2]

I like it but I might be late at 5:30...)

(x2)