forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Oh, i forgot april was there xD lmao )

Geoffrey hissed through his teeth, "Thanks– I, did you get that letter to the messenger? For my wife?"

Lol)

“Yes, she should be arriving today,” he replied as April came forth to lead Geoffrey away.

"Good," he exhaled, "She'll get me home, I'm sure it's–" he grimaced from pain, "it's a pain to have so many people here,"

"I hope so," John's voice softened.

"I know so," she replied, kissing the other side of his mouth.

"Okay, okay, breakfast.." He chuckled.

“It’s not a pain,” he assured, “We love having you around.”

"Still, it's a financial burden," Geoffrey breathed.

"Okay, okay, breakfast.." He chuckled.

"Fine," she purred, wrapping the robe around her.

"Okay, okay, breakfast.." He chuckled.

"Fine," she purred, wrapping the robe around her.

John moved along to prepare her a lovely breakfast.

"Still, it's a financial burden," Geoffrey breathed.

“That I would gladly bear.” Pierre retrieved a broom and dustpan. “Honestly, Geoffrey.”

He sighed slowly, "If you insist," Edonine came by to pull him to the couch.

Pierre quickly dealt with the spilt flour and shattered glass, joining the others in the sitting room.

Edonine was just finishing up the fresh bandaging.

"Is it bad?" he asked, approaching Cruz, who was laying on the couch. "Hey, Cruz."

"No, just reopened it," Edonine replied.

Cruz tilted his head a little, hearing Pierre approach.

"As long as he's alright…" he murmured to Edonine and Geoffrey, crouching beside Cruz. "Hey, it's Pierre. How're you feeling?"

Cruz rubbed his hands together slowly. "I don't know."

He sighed, patted his best friend's arm. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

John moved along to prepare her a lovely breakfast.

Jane followed him into the kitchen. "Do you remember our first night here?" she asked.

"Faintly," John replied with a slight chuckle of nostalgia.

He sighed, patted his best friend's arm. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Probably not.." He mumbled pessimistically.

"Faintly," John replied with a slight chuckle of nostalgia.

She smiled softly. "I do. It's a night I will never forget."

"I just remember obsessing over you in my head," he replied, and kissed Jane's forehead. "My wife,"

A healthy blush rose on Jane's cheeks. "My dear, devoted husband," she cooed.

He left her for a moment, and came back with a plate of fruit and a smaller bowl of sugary cream dip.

She smiled happily. "You outdo yourself."

"As I am called to," he purred.

"Merry Christmas, John," she murmured.

He sighed, patted his best friend's arm. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Probably not.." He mumbled pessimistically.

Pierre tried again. “Is there anything you want me to do for you?”