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

[Amer]

How about because I'm absolutely terrified of screwing it up? He thought in answer. Having everyone watching over his shoulder wasn't exactly reassuring. He'd have preferred it be just them that knew about it at least for a while if they were going to date. That apparently wasn't possible with the current group. Fred wasn't the first one to stick their nose where it didn't belong.

"Do you want to go out with me?" He asked, still not fully convinced that what she was saying was that she did. After all, she could be saying it sarcastically like 'Yes, we could be together, but we're not for good reason.' And he was too stupid to read between the lines and figure that out.

“Sure!” Cam said cheerfully. “Why not?” But where would we go? It’s not like Borealis is a very safe place to date.

 

[Rose Quartz]

“Sure!” Cam said cheerfully. “Why not?” But where would we go? It’s not like Borealis is a very safe place to date.

Kipp smiled uncertainly back at her, 'Why not?' What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing better to do?

"Ok?... Friday at 7?" He asked giving her nervous finger guns, he didn't know what day of the week it was, but that's what he'd have likely said back home, because he had absolutely no clue what to do for a date, and that would hopefully give him a chance to figure something out.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Charlie watched Nat lick her bloody hand and was somehow not completely weirded out by it. Only sort of weirded out. “You’re gonna get- never mind.”
Suddenly noticing the drama happening around him, he quietly exited the scene.
Hey- is that my jacket?! Sure enough, Juliana had his battered jacket and he was only dressed in a t-shirt. No wonder he was so cold.

Despite the fact that Charlie hadn't said anything to her, and she couldn't see him with his jacket over her head; Juliana could feel him hovering near her, and was unable to go back to sleep.

"What do you want?" She asked pulling the sweater down to scowl at him.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Despite the fact that Charlie hadn't said anything to her, and she couldn't see him with his jacket over her head; Juliana could feel him hovering near her, and was unable to go back to sleep.

"What do you want?" She asked pulling the sweater down to scowl at him.

“You’re using my dirty jacket as a pillow.” Charlie pointed out instantly. He shivered just at that moment as if to punctuate his statement. Even though it really wasn’t all that cold. There was a reason you’d never see Charlie’s t-shirt. For all of his mock-tough talk, shove him in one fridge and he was defeated.

 

[Rose Quartz]

“You’re using my dirty jacket as a pillow.” Charlie pointed out instantly. He shivered just at that moment as if to punctuate his statement. Even though it really wasn’t all that cold. There was a reason you’d never see Charlie’s t-shirt. For all of his mock-tough talk, shove him in one fridge and he was defeated.

Juli rolled her eyes, and stuffed it back under her head.
"Yes. Yes I am." She said smugly.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Juli rolled her eyes, and stuffed it back under her head.
"Yes. Yes I am." She said smugly.

Seeing as his former attempt hadn’t worked, Charlie would just have to resort to other means. Ones which he was very good at. “Dude.. that’s, like, the grossest jacket in here.” He started off. “I fell in the mud so much while wearing it. And that’s even before I came through the portal.” He sort of hoped that Nat, the bloody-hand-licking-kid, would help him out here. It would be destruction.
“You know, there’s a whole layer of sweat inside. You probably didn’t smell it because of the other layers of mud. That jacket used to be white. Now it’s brown. You don’t want to lay on that.” The part about the jacket being white was a bit of a stretch, but overall Charlie was satisfied that he had grossed out Juliana enough by now.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Seeing as his former attempt hadn’t worked, Charlie would just have to resort to other means. Ones which he was very good at. “Dude.. that’s, like, the grossest jacket in here.” He started off. “I fell in the mud so much while wearing it. And that’s even before I came through the portal.” He sort of hoped that Nat, the bloody-hand-licking-kid, would help him out here. It would be destruction.
“You know, there’s a whole layer of sweat inside. You probably didn’t smell it because of the other layers of mud. That jacket used to be white. Now it’s brown. You don’t want to lay on that.” The part about the jacket being white was a bit of a stretch, but overall Charlie was satisfied that he had grossed out Juliana enough by now.

Juli cracked her eyes open, barely looking at Charlie through her cracks for eye holes. She didn't care that it was dirty, before coming here she practically lived on the streets. Smell was just a normal occurrence, but then, people being possessive of their things was normal too.

"Chill bro, ya-ain't dyin'." She said with a reassuring nod as she sat up. She pushed the fabric into a rough ball shape and threw it at Charlie's overly concerned face.

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

Juli cracked her eyes open, barely looking at Charlie through her cracks for eye holes. She didn't care that it was dirty, before coming here she practically lived on the streets. Smell was just a normal occurrence, but then, people being possessive of their things was normal too.

"Chill bro, ya-ain't dyin'." She said with a reassuring nod as she sat up. She pushed the fabric into a rough ball shape and threw it at Charlie's overly concerned face.

Charlie might’ve argued that he was dying, but just then he got a dirty jacket to his face. He recovered quickly, grinning at the grimy jacket in his hands. He had lots of practice at getting stuff thrown in his face.

 

[Amer]

Kipp smiled uncertainly back at her, 'Why not?' What's that supposed to mean? There's nothing better to do?

"Ok?... Friday at 7?" He asked giving her nervous finger guns, he didn't know what day of the week it was, but that's what he'd have likely said back home, because he had absolutely no clue what to do for a date, and that would hopefully give him a chance to figure something out.

“Great idea,” Cam said. “Wait. When is Friday? Hasn’t Friday already happened?” How many days have passed again? Six?

“You’re using my dirty jacket as a pillow.” Charlie pointed out instantly. He shivered just at that moment as if to punctuate his statement. Even though it really wasn’t all that cold. There was a reason you’d never see Charlie’s t-shirt. For all of his mock-tough talk, shove him in one fridge and he was defeated.

That’s the most of Charlie I’ve ever seen, thought Cam. He was usually almost invisible hiding in his sweatshirt, or all the way invisible. Maybe he’s getting over his insecurities.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Seeing as his former attempt hadn’t worked, Charlie would just have to resort to other means. Ones which he was very good at. “Dude.. that’s, like, the grossest jacket in here.” He started off. “I fell in the mud so much while wearing it. And that’s even before I came through the portal.” He sort of hoped that Nat, the bloody-hand-licking-kid, would help him out here. It would be destruction.
“You know, there’s a whole layer of sweat inside. You probably didn’t smell it because of the other layers of mud. That jacket used to be white. Now it’s brown. You don’t want to lay on that.” The part about the jacket being white was a bit of a stretch, but overall Charlie was satisfied that he had grossed out Juliana enough by now.

Charlie might’ve argued that he was dying, but just then he got a dirty jacket to his face. He recovered quickly, grinning at the grimy jacket in his hands. He had lots of practice at getting stuff thrown in his face.

Nat whistled her approval from the battered mattress she'd unintentionally plummeted down onto. Walking was overrated, anyway. "Nice tactic," she said, while mentally cataloging the very useful fact of the value that Charlie had invested within his jacket. "I'd ease up a little on the radiant desperation, though. I'm getting hammered with it even over here."