"Come here often?"
"What?" she asked and looked over at the young man. "I uh, no. It’s been a while since my last visit," the Dunmer replied.
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"Come here often?"
"What?" she asked and looked over at the young man. "I uh, no. It’s been a while since my last visit," the Dunmer replied.
"Little thing." {OOC: Pick one!}
[Prompt]
Zeke
"How comes yer eyes are white? You blind?" The little boy waved his hands in front of the womer’s face, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Pushing you into the puddle seemed like a good idea..."
She cursed and, when she tugged up her satchel and found it just as dirty as her pants, she cursed again. “And you called me a child?”
While pushing herself up, Brielle made a point of kicking water and mud at the Imperial. Once upright she gave him a shove. “Find someone else to torment!”
Little thing [Maybe for... Zeke? Or Ra'kir?]
[Prompt]
Zeke
The small Imperial ran circles around the Breton, completing four laps before stopping abruptly and staring up at him. "You got a chubby face," he said matter-of-factly, before stomping on the man's boot and then taking off.
Ra'kir
The tiny Khajiit visibly shook, his ragged clothes hung loose around his furless frame. He glanced up at the stranger, his ears flat, eyes wide, and his tail wrapped tight around him. "W-wh-ere'd y-y-you get y-y-our clothes, m-m-mister?"
I am a 36 year old Nord woman. Dark brown hair, green eyes, 5'11". Likes to travel, drink, good sense of humor, sarcasm. Perfect first date - a dinner for two to get better acquainted. Perfect second date - skinny dipping in the hot springs near Windhelm.
Describe yourself on anon and I’d say if I’d date you [x]
Bran laughed at the mage’s last comment, and smiled at the faceless stranger before nodding. “Aye, I suppose I could give it a try.”
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Cyril raised a brow, a smirk forming on his face as the mage continued to describe themselves. By the time they had finished, the Imperial was grinning.
"Where do I sign up?"
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"Well, you might be a little too old for me," Zeke replied with a teasing grin. "But you sure sound like fun."
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Hel grinned mischievously. “Why don’t we start with the skinny dippin’ bit first?”
Breton, 21, blonde hair, hazel-green eyes, with a swollen nose and a large scar running down her face. Decent alteration mage. Likes experimenting with alchemy. Has a fondness for the brandy of her homeland and Elsewyr fondue.
Describe yourself on anon and I'd say if I'd date you [x]
Zeke smiled. "Ain't nothing wrong with scars." He paused, before shrugging. "I'd take you out."
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Robin smiled brightly. "Alchemy? I don't know about a date, but I'd love to discuss alchemy with you sometime."
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Sibby raised a brow in surprise. "Alchemy, hm? And an alteration mage. You'd have to share with me some of what you know. I'd do the same, but I doubt it'd be very fascinating." She paused for a moment, before leaning towards the mage. "Is Elseweyr fondue good? I've never had it."
23 year old Breton male. Messy dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, 5'8", typically seen in black robes or leather armor. A bit of a trouble-maker for fun. Likes to drink and travel, mostly. Skilled with magic and a blade. Perfect date would be drinking and throwing snowballs 'til we ended up making out in a bush.
Describe yourself on anon and I'd say if I'd date you [x]
Mabel grinned brightly at the description. “Other than that bit about magic, I wouldn’t mind givin’ a date a try. You know, some people don’t appreciate a good bush snog.”
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Hel raised a brow at the description, a grin slowly forming on her face. “What kinda trouble?”
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Zeke titled his head, but grinned. “Don’t know about a date, but I’m down with causing trouble and drinking.”
I am a short-ish Bosmer female nearing my first century, but I still look young enough I suppose. Darker skin, covered in freckles, scars and a tattoo. I pride myself on skills more than looks, though. Been told I have a bit of a temper, but normally I am rather calm. A bit sarcastic and may smell like wet dog from time to time. I enjoy hunting, carving, drinking, and birds. I may not be a very exciting date, honestly.
Describe yourself on anon and I'd say if I'd date you [x]
Arlow’s eyes narrowed slightly, but eventually a small smile worked its way to his face. “I might not be an exciting date either, but I’d still take you up on it.”
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Cole smiled brightly at the mage. “I wouldn’t mind a date. Or just a chat, really. I get told I smell like dog, too, but I swear, I bathe ‘n keep me’self clean!”
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Zeke peeked into the room where the mage was speaking. “Birds? I love birds.”