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

Take let go of her hand and followed until they were walking side-by-side. “So what? I could care less about what they think” he replied stubbornly, furrowing his brows. Slowly, a smug look formed on his face, similar to the one spongebob had when he caught squidward eating krabby patties. He brought his face close to Blair’s ear “I know you’d like it” he whispered and backed away, laughing until he randomly snorted. His attention was taken away when he saw Fred screaming and kicking agressively. Assuming it was Charlie’s doing because of how spooked the kid was, he gave Charlie a tip. “Aye dude you should pants him” he smirked.
Blair had glanced at him, her brows narrowing at the look on his face. It clearly meant no good. When he whispered in her ear, her eyes widened and she brought out a hand to smack him lightly on the arm. "Take!" She scolded, even though she couldn't help but find it at least a little amusing.
She shook her head, watching him approach some of the younger group. "Don't give them any bad ideas, please." Who was she kidding, though? He probably already was.
 
Everyone, even Aria, who didn't say anything in response to him was turning to continue up hill. A few people paired off to chat on the way, but for the most part the large crowd was terribly quiet. Tired from running, and miserably walking up hill. He was tired and hurting too, he didn't want to hike up hill. Though maybe he wouldn't mind so much if there was someone to distract him.

He jumped forward to not get left behind, quickly catching up, and falling in beside Cam.
"Hi!" He said cheerfully, trying to erase all the negative things running through his head.
“Hey,” Cam said, trying to forget about all the weird, frenetic things she’d said the night before.
She noted that Noah was now chasing after Nat.
“Geez, I should be supervising him,” she muttered, but the child climbed on Nat’s back and the girl began carrying him up.
That’s going to get tiring pretty quickly, she thought. It was enough to have just run away from a rocky collision. Rocky collision sounds like a cursed hybrid between Rocky Road and Caramel Collision.
She shuddered, imagining caramel ice cream with marshmallow cream.
Surprisingly, her stomach growled. She was still hungry after breakfast. “Rocky Collision” still would beat hard fruit and stale bread.
She shook her head as she remembered a stony death would not beat breakfast.
 
Blair had glanced at him, her brows narrowing at the look on his face. It clearly meant no good. When he whispered in her ear, her eyes widened and she brought out a hand to smack him lightly on the arm. "Take!" She scolded, even though she couldn't help but find it at least a little amusing.
She shook her head, watching him approach some of the younger group. "Don't give them any bad ideas, please." Who was she kidding, though? He probably already was.
Take let Charlie and Fred be, choosing to think of other ideas to pitch to Charlie later on. Being invisible definitely had a its advantages in the prank area and the possibilities were endless. He returned her light smack with some of his own on her arm, “Blairrrrr!” he whined softly, trying to mimic her voice over dramatically. Now he was acting just like a kid to mess with her, most because he was bored and she would be pretty used to it by now.
 
Kevin managed to make it to the safety of the rocks just in time, pausing to catch his breath. He glanced over his shoulder, watching the trolls roll away with a frown. Walking away so casually seemed weird, especially since the group was almost crushed.
He did a mental headcount on his stuff, pleased to see he hadn’t lost any of it in the chaos, and then followed Korim up the hill.
(Must acknowledge the Frankie)
Hana noticed Kevin in the corner of her eye, trudging along like herself. She had never spoken to the Russian man this entire time, but she might as well try to open herself up more. Even though it wasn’t in her nature. She turned her head to look up at him then at the contraption that held his chickens. “Are your.. chickens doing okay?” she asked timidly, assuming they were thrown around from all the running.
 
(Must acknowledge the Frankie)
Hana noticed Kevin in the corner of her eye, trudging along like herself. She had never spoken to the Russian man this entire time, but she might as well try to open herself up more. Even though it wasn’t in her nature. She turned her head to look up at him then at the contraption that held his chickens. “Are your.. chickens doing okay?” she asked timidly, assuming they were thrown around from all the running.

Kevin looked over at Hana, surprised she had approached him. From what he had seen, she preferred to stick in the back, to herself. When she actually spoke to him, he was even more surprised.
“My chickens?” Kevin asked, and then shrugged, looking down at the bag full of disgruntled birds. “They’ll live.”
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, silently examining her sword. It appeared to be very well made, and looked like it could take and inflict a lot of damage. “Nice sword,” he murmured, not knowing what else to say.
 
“Hey,” Cam said, trying to forget about all the weird, frenetic things she’d said the night before.
She noted that Noah was now chasing after Nat.
“Geez, I should be supervising him,” she muttered, but the child climbed on Nat’s back and the girl began carrying him up.
That’s going to get tiring pretty quickly, she thought. It was enough to have just run away from a rocky collision. Rocky collision sounds like a cursed hybrid between Rocky Road and Caramel Collision.
She shuddered, imagining caramel ice cream with marshmallow cream.
Surprisingly, her stomach growled. She was still hungry after breakfast. “Rocky Collision” still would beat hard fruit and stale bread.
She shook her head as she remembered a stony death would not beat breakfast.
Kipp looked from her to Noah.
"He'll be fine." He said smiling at the overactive kid. He had no clue how Noah could still have enough energy to be playing around, but he was glad that the mine hadn't changed him too much. He'd thought he'd be able to strike up a conversation about her garden or something back home, but only just now remembered unlike here, it was winter back home, and now he had no idea what he should say.
"You, like plants?" He cringed at his own awkwardness, plants would probably be as normal to her as flying was to him.
 
“I do!” Noah skipped over to Nat. “Who are you?”
Nat gave an exaggerated bow and leaned in cospiratorily. "Natalie Caprice Freeman, at your service, most esteemed sir," she whispered, hunkering down onto her knees. She knew from experience that it probably wasn't best to outright seize the cargo upon the first meeting. "But to you and everyone else, it's Nat and nothing else, capisce?" She then gave a reassuring wink, just in case this kid was of the skittish type.Those were getting more and more prevalent as of late. "And who might you be?"
 
Kipp looked from her to Noah.
"He'll be fine." He said smiling at the overactive kid. He had no clue how Noah could still have enough energy to be playing around, but he was glad that the mine hadn't changed him too much. He'd thought he'd be able to strike up a conversation about her garden or something back home, but only just now remembered unlike here, it was winter back home, and now he had no idea what he should say.
"You, like plants?" He cringed at his own awkwardness, plants would probably be as normal to her as flying was to him.
“Yeeeeees?” Cam asked, looking at Kipp sideways. Wasn’t that obvious? Why would he bring it up now? “Wait. Did I speak out loud?” She didn’t think she had been thinking about plants, she had been thinking about ice cream. “Nope,” she decided. Was he trying to strike up a conversation awkwardly? “What do you you like?”
 
“I suppose” Fred said “thanks Charlie”
“No problem.” Charlie said, as if he hadn’t almost gotten crushed by boulders to help him.
Nat gave an exaggerated bow and leaned in cospiratorily. "Natalie Caprice Freeman, at your service, most esteemed sir," she whispered, hunkering down onto her knees. She knew from experience that it probably wasn't best to outright seize the cargo upon the first meeting. "But to you and everyone else, it's Nat and nothing else, capisce?" She then gave a reassuring wink, just in case this kid was of the skittish type.Those were getting more and more prevalent as of late. "And who might you be?"
Alex charged over. “I’m Alex!” He said, grinning widely.
 
Nat gave an exaggerated bow and leaned in cospiratorily. "Natalie Caprice Freeman, at your service, most esteemed sir," she whispered, hunkering down onto her knees. She knew from experience that it probably wasn't best to outright seize the cargo upon the first meeting. "But to you and everyone else, it's Nat and nothing else, capisce?" She then gave a reassuring wink, just in case this kid was of the skittish type.Those were getting more and more prevalent as of late. "And who might you be?"
“Capisce,” Noah said, making an okay sign. “Noah Chandra,” he said confidently, supplementing with a half-hearted grin (he had yet to completely forget what he had done and felt guilty for causing the rockslide.
“Can I have a piggy-back ride?” He realized he’d forgotten the number one most effective word when making a request. “Please?”
 

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