#roleplayingstoner

[sheeptiefstolemyheart]

"Hey sprout," al crouched down to the level of the young child. "Got any idea where I am? Got a litttle turned around,"

Feli started slightly, gaping a little at the strange man, with his strange clothes and such a weird way of talking...”Um... Si, of course! You’re at Mr Austria’s house, signor!”

[sheeptiefstolemyheart]

Closed RP with roleplayingstoner

Feli frowned, peering through the keyhole of the spare room. There was shouting and arguing but he could clearly make out the voice of the stranger. It was a strange accent Feli had never heard before, arguing with Austria.

[magical-tea]

Crazy Kid | {roleplayingstoner}

At least places like bars and clubs were the same, Arthur mused as he tapped his foot against the foot rest of the bar stool he was sitting on. Half-hearted people sang karaoke on a cheap stage, and the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol reminded him of his old vices and made him long for a cigarette.

Another thing that were the same was money. 

Maybe he could find an exchange office and change the rest of his cash for American dollars. Then he could buy a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. And maybe a motel room. It would be better than sleeping on the couch of that nice lady back at the apartments. She really was sweet, but he felt bad living with her.

She was starting to flirt with him, and it was making him uncomfortable, as if she were expecting some sort of physical payment for him sleeping on her couch. He sighed, dropping his head onto the bar and groaning. 

"Bartender," He said, voice muffled by the bar top. "I would love a rum and coke please. More rum than coke." A little alcohol should help his nerves a little. At least he hoped so.