ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ raise your dongers ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

My name is PJ and I'm addicted to RP.

[thefallenkingwrites]

Would it kill ya to knock? [He's entirely shirtless, his numerous tattoos on full display]

[samwritesrp-blog]

Of course I do. It’s a pigsty.

[thefallenkingwrites]

[Overly dramatic sigh] Because I don't like cleaning it. And besides, I think it fits the place kinda nicely.

[samwritesrp-blog]

You better have a pretty good explanation as to why this place is in the state that it is.

[thefallenkingwrites]

D'you really want an explanation, Wise Girl?

[missqueenclarice]

I have chocolate chip ones back in my cabin, as well as other kinds of cookies.

[thefallenkingwrites]

What're we still doing here then? There are cookies to be eaten.

[demigod-writings-deactivated201]

Why am I even bothering? It was a joke Dorian. Get in the times.

[thefallenkingwrites]

I...apologize. I'm not exactly what you'd call, "hip."

[missqueenclarice]

Would a cookie maybe make up for my joke’s lameness?

[thefallenkingwrites]

...Maybe. Are they chocolate chip?

[demigod-writings-deactivated201]

I said I got a booty pop. You honestly don’t get it?

[thefallenkingwrites]

What in Zeus's name is that?

[missqueenclarice]

Oh Gods, I’m sorry. That was lame.

[thefallenkingwrites]

Just a bit. I'll let it slide though. Just this once.

[demigod-writings-deactivated201]

[thefallenkingwrites]

You...what?

[missqueenclarice]

What do boxes breathe?

Cardboard dioxide. 

[thefallenkingwrites]

[thefallenkingwrites]

"Make it quick, I'm a little busy."

[samwritesrp-blog]

[shrugs, taking her knife and sawing one of the legs of the bed until it fell off] Still want me to come back never?

[thefallenkingwrites]

[His eyes fly open, grunting as he falls off the bed] Dude, what the fuck?! [Stands up] You're fixing that.

[thefallenkingwrites]

Come back in like...never. [Continues snoring]

[samwritesrp-blog]

Well, it's officially over

[samwritesrp-blog]

Newsies. It closed last night.

[thefallenkingwrites]

What's Newsies?

[samwritesrp-blog]

Well, it's officially over

And now I sit in post-show depression for the rest of forever.

[thefallenkingwrites]

What's over?

[thefallenkingwrites]

[thefallenkingwrites]

[Shifts his body so he’s facing her] So uh…I just wanted to start by saying what happened in the kitchen was…well, fun. I needed it and you probably did too. Next thing I wanted to say, or rather ask, was…what does this mesn for…us?

[jowritesrp]

It was. [Looks down at her hands...

[thefallenkingwrites]

[Takes her hands in his in an attempt to calm down her stammering] I know. I know what I did to you was inexcusable. But I can be better. I swear I can be. Just give me a chance.

[thefallenkingwrites]

Yeah, that’d be nice. [He walks over to get bed before sitting down, folding his hands neatly in front of him and leaning his elbows on his legs]

[jowritesrp]

[Trails after him and sits down beside him, placing the water bottle on the ground] Okay, so let’s talk.

[thefallenkingwrites]

[Shifts his body so he's facing her] So uh...I just wanted to start by saying what happened in the kitchen was...well, fun. I needed it and you probably did too. Next thing I wanted to say, or rather ask, was...what does this mesn for...us?