The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Amer]

Kevin tried to hide his wince at the name suggestion. “That’s. . . Cute, but not really what I’m going for,” he said slowly. “I prefer names that. . . Have a purpose? I don’t know how to phrase that in English. For example, Mama, or a rooster I have is named Fox Food.” He explained.

(Fox Bait is the name of at least 50 percent of my cockerels and this is why Kevin is so relatable. But I don’t have the lyrical genius to call them “Fox Food.”)
“‘Fox Food’?” Cam asked, snickering. “It sounds like you don’t like that one very much.” She was wondered if Fox Food was alliterative in Russian or if it was purely a coincidence.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

“Where were you two?” Korim asked, sipping his soup slowly.

Take looked up from his glass of milk to see Charlie and his younger brother return to the group. He didn’t even realize that Charlie was gone too, thinking the kid just chose to be invisible the entire time he was with them. He drank the last of his milk, leaving him with a white mustache on his upper lip. Take took a moment to glance at Blair, unsure if the time was right for him to patch things up with her. I gotta at least let her eat first..


Hana had just finished the last of her stew before she decided to listen in and watch the kids play with the fluffy baby chickens from Kevin’s basket. The tiny chirps they vocalized were quite cute and made her smile just a little. She became slightly interested in holding them herself, but she’d rather let the children enjoy them.

“Not getting interrogated.” Charlie explained ever so thoroughly to Korim, already looking past him at all the soup. I gotta get some of that.
He disappeared, literally, around the corner, heading towards the food stand. They paid in advance, right? If not, Charlie might just find himself on the next wanted poster as “the invisible soup thief”.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Takes eyes widened a bit when she mentioned the full moon, almost immediately disregarding what she had said. Though he understood he had been forgiven. He stepped closer to her, “Hey it’s alright, I don’t like fighting with you either, but we’re always gonna work it out okay?” he took both of her hands, “and I’m gonna help you with this full moon business too, like old times.” he said, cracking a grin. He was honestly glad he could still do his thing, because he wasn’t Take without commiting acts of stupidity from time to time.

Blair tightened her grip on his hands, giving a small smile at his grin. "I'm just worried about what might happen with the group and everything," she murmured. "The last time other people were around when I turned didn't exactly end great."
(I'm so sorry I cant write at all right now.)

 

[Amer]

“Not getting interrogated.” Charlie explained ever so thoroughly to Korim, already looking past him at all the soup. I gotta get some of that.
He disappeared, literally, around the corner, heading towards the food stand. They paid in advance, right? If not, Charlie might just find himself on the next wanted poster as “the invisible soup thief”.

Korim tossed a coin after Charlie because he did not want to get run out of town. How would the soup lady know if he was with the group or not. “Pay your dues!” He shouted.
(Charlie is gonna have trouble buying without a translator... lol)

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Blair tightened her grip on his hands, giving a small smile at his grin. "I'm just worried about what might happen with the group and everything," she murmured. "The last time other people were around when I turned didn't exactly end great."
(I'm so sorry I cant write at all right now.)

(It’s alright XD)
“Hey, you’ve been getting better at it ever since then right? If you want to, we can find somewhere to go so you don’t have to worry about having other people around.” he suggested, looking towards the mountain side that the settlement was built upon. He returned his gaze to her, “The group is going to okay.” he assured her softly.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“Well what are these chicks purpose?” Aria asked

Kevin frowned. “I. . . Don’t know,” he said truthfully, “I guess purpose wasn’t the right word. They have to earn their name, and usually the name has something to do with how they got it. Mama has been raising chicks for about nine years, and is by far my best and most loyal broody.” Kevin stroked her feathers, looking down at her with pride. “But I think Barcode is good. It’s a nice word.”

(Fox Bait is the name of at least 50 percent of my cockerels and this is why Kevin is so relatable. But I don’t have the lyrical genius to call them “Fox Food.”)
“‘Fox Food’?” Cam asked, snickering. “It sounds like you don’t like that one very much.” She was wondered if Fox Food was alliterative in Russian or if it was purely a coincidence.

“No, no, no, he’s a good roo. He’s survived a few fox attacks, that all.” Kevin said, turning his attention to Cam. “He lost a wing defending his ladies, and it became fox food. So, that’s how he got his name.”

 

[Amer]

Kevin frowned. “I. . . Don’t know,” he said truthfully, “I guess purpose wasn’t the right word. They have to earn their name, and usually the name has something to do with how they got it. Mama has been raising chicks for about nine years, and is by far my best and most loyal broody.” Kevin stroked her feathers, looking down at her with pride. “But I think Barcode is good. It’s a nice word.”



“No, no, no, he’s a good roo. He’s survived a few fox attacks, that all.” Kevin said, turning his attention to Cam. “He lost a wing defending his ladies, and it became fox food. So, that’s how he got his name.”

“Ohhh,” Cam said, imagining a rooster valiantly fighting against a fox. “Now I feel bad for saying that about him. He sounds really tough.” She gazed at the little chick in her hand and thought about all the adventures the fluffy little chick had been through to get to that very village, and how many miles it had traveled. Probably more than any chicken ever has.
Especially compared to the slovenly broilers at her grandparents’ farm. And that little chick went all those places without even knowing where he was going. And yet it was still perkily steadfast in the face of danger.
It needed a name. But the name she was about to give it seemed way too big for such a tiny bird. “What about Wanderer?”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

(It’s alright XD)
“Hey, you’ve been getting better at it ever since then right? If you want to, we can find somewhere to go so you don’t have to worry about having other people around.” he suggested, looking towards the mountain side that the settlement was built upon. He returned his gaze to her, “The group is going to okay.” he assured her softly.

Better with the thing Damien gave me. I don't know if it'll be okay without it. Her gaze drifted up the mountainside for a moment, then back at his. "That would be good," she murmured, nodding. "I can't risk hurting anyone again." Her gaze lingered on his for a moment, before she pulled her back together, reluctant releasing his hands. "We should get back. Emma's probably wondering where we are."

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Better with the thing Damien gave me. I don't know if it'll be okay without it. Her gaze drifted up the mountainside for a moment, then back at his. "That would be good," she murmured, nodding. "I can't risk hurting anyone again." Her gaze lingered on his for a moment, before she pulled her back together, reluctant releasing his hands. "We should get back. Emma's probably wondering where we are."

Take felt the loosening of Blair’s grasp of his hands, and refused to let her pull her hands away from his. “Wait a second” he whispered, a devious smile growing on his lips. He realized that this was the first time they’ve been off by themselves since leaving the Dakrium, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. He leaned down and captured her lips in his, kissing her gingerly.

 

[FrankieDoodle]

“Ohhh,” Cam said, imagining a rooster valiantly fighting against a fox. “Now I feel bad for saying that about him. He sounds really tough.” She gazed at the little chick in her hand and thought about all the adventures the fluffy little chick had been through to get to that very village, and how many miles it had traveled. Probably more than any chicken ever has.
Especially compared to the slovenly broilers at her grandparents’ farm. And that little chick went all those places without even knowing where he was going. And yet it was still perkily steadfast in the face of danger.
It needed a name. But the name she was about to give it seemed way too big for such a tiny bird. “What about Wanderer?”

Kevin nodded. “Yes, Wanderer is a good name.” He said, looking at the small chick in Cam’s hands.
(sorry it’s been taking me so long to reply, and for the short posts. Kevin isn’t really cooperating with me rn and I’ve been kinda overwhelmed with other things.)