forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Jace shook his head. “It’s all right,” he shrugged. “I should get home and properly wash up. Unless, of course, you want me to stay. Which I will do so without hesitation.”

Amber gave him a small smile. "I'd like to have you stay for breakfast, but you don't have to if you'd really rather not."

“Then I’ll stay for breakfast,” Jace responded. “But I uh… I’ll need the bathroom? And do you have mouthwash?”

Amber's smile turned into a grin at his words, and she stood up from the couch. "Great! I'll get started on something while you use the bathroom. It's easy to find; the dole should be open. And you can use whatever mouthwash you find on the left side of the cupboards.

Jace nodded and walked over to the bathroom. Once he was done, he walked outside and was immediately hit with a smell of food.

“Mmmm that smells so good,” he murmured. “Wow, I can tell just by its smell that you are a wonderful chef. How come you never fed me before?”

"You never asked," Amber teased, turning her head to smile at him quickly. "And, anyway, it's just French toast. Nothing fancy."

Jace leaned against the counter, watching her cook.

"I'm looking forward to it," he grinned. "My dormmate, Josh and I cannot cook for our lives so we order take out a lot."

"That doesn't surprise me," Amber chuckled as she flipped a piece of bread on the pan. "Hey, would you mind grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboards and the maple syrup from the fridge?"

Jace did as he was instructed, grabbing plates and the maple syrup from the fridge before he set them on the table. Just as he did so, the front door opened and William stepped inside, looking tired, hair stuck to his forehead. He stared at Jace for a couple of seconds before shaking his head, making his way to his room.

(William: sees Jace in the dorm for the umpteenth time Whatever. I quit.)

Amber, with her back turned to the door, didn't see the look that passed from her dormmate to her boyfriend. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see William disappear into his room but thought nothing of it, other than wondering for a moment where he had been.

"Okay, food's ready," she declared, sliding one last piece of french toast onto the stack before turning around to set the plate on the table.

(🤣🤣 That is him, actually!)

Jace smiled brightly as he followed her to the table. “It smells so good, I swear.”

William took out his phone, furrowing his eyebrows until he got to the message he needed. Finally she said yes. He smiled faintly, shaking his head again, brushing it off. He already knew where he stood in her circle—just a friend, or maybe less than that, even. But even so, he enjoyed spending time with her.

He needed to take a shower first, so he grabbed his clothes and towel and exited the room.

(😂 I thought so~)

“Well, I hope you like it,” Amber laughed as she sat down. “Dig in.”

(You captured his personality so well. xD)

Jace took a bite out of the french toast, smiling brightly as he chewed.

"Oh my God, these are good!" he exclaimed. "Okay, you are officially beyond perfect."

(😂😂😂)

Amber snorted with a roll of her eyes, pretending the pink on her cheeks was leftover from the heat of the stove rather than his comment. “I’m hardly perfect. But thank you,” she said, smiling over at him before taking a second bite of her food.

Jace tried to slow down, but his girlfriend's cooking was just perfect. He chewed fast–but not too fast so he wouldn't cause her disgust.

"Of course you are," he said after swallowing, hearing the sounds in the shower but paying them no attention. "You just don't know it yet."

“You’re going to get the hiccups if you keep eating so fast,” Amber teased, poking his leg with her toes under the table.

Jace snorted, swallowing his second piece of french toast.

"I am not," he grumbled, poking her leg back. "I can just drink water."

Amber grinned and poked him again. “And if you do…?”

"Then I'll bother William and have him yell at me," Jace shrugged. "Fear scares away hiccups."

Amber chuckled, slowly shaking her head. “Fair enough. What time do you have class today?”

Jace hummed to himself.

"Uh, I have one at nine," he replied. "What about you?"

Just then, William came out of the shower. This time, he didn't even bother looking at the two as he disappeared into his room with his dirty clothes. When he came out, he had a hoodie on as if he was going out again, earphones in his ears. Jace furrowed his eyebrows at him before shrugging.

"Well, I suppose there goes my fear," he murmured to himself. "Now I don't have a backup plan."

“I have one at eight forty-five,” Amber answered between bites. She glanced over to see William disappearing into his room again and then saw him step back out. Turning her attention back to Jace, she grinned mischievously. “I’m sure I could find a way to scare you.”

Jace quirked an eyebrow at her. “Hm? Like what?”

William barely paid the couple any attention as he walked out the door, running a hand through his damp hair in the process. If God was on his side, both of them wouldn’t be here when he came back. He needed a piece of mind.

Amber shrugged, taking another bite of food. “I can’t tell you. And I can’t show you, either. It wouldn’t work because you’re expecting it.”

Jace scrunched his nose before he nodded.

“That’s true…” having finished his last piece, he stood up to put his dishes away.

“And it looks like you don’t even have he hiccups, so I don’t think I’ll need to do it,” Amber chuckled as she finished up as well.

“I’ll wash ‘em,” Jace offered, reaching out for her dishes. “What do you wanna do in the meantime? How much time do we have before your class?”

Amber hummed and glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “‘Bout an hour. I’ll help you wash them. That way they get done faster,” she offered as she got to her feet.

“All right,” Jace agreed. “I can’t promise I won’t spread the soap on you, though.”

“If you get soap in my hair, I swear I will get you back for that,” Amber declared, shooting him a playful glare.