forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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"Perfect." He breathed, "Is Simcoe present?"

(Nah, he's doing his job a state over for a while)

"No, he isn't," she said, and there was a hidden tone in her voice. "It's just me and Chadine. And now you."

"Good." He sighed with relief, peeling off his boots.

"Would you like tea?" she asked. "Something to eat?"

"Yes please, love," he spoke, bringing his arms out to stretch.

"I've already got watuh on the fire." Chadine spoke. "Lovely to see you home, Suh," she spoke to John.

"Thank you, Chadine," he replied.

Jane smiled. "Chadine, please take a break. I'll get the tea."

She laughed quietly. "If you insist."

John trailed after his wife to help, wearing a boyish smile.

Jane looked at him and laughed. "What are you doing, John?"

OMG I'm so sorry it didn't send )

"Following you," he grinned so widely, eyes twinkling.

"thank you," Bailey smiled

George shrugged, clearly a little embarrassed.

(bump?)

Oh sorry! Notebook has a habit of sending replies but never actually doing so… 😅 )

He took a sip of milk, "You're acting weird," a smile tinged his mouth.

(Np!)

“Am I?” Shifting where he sat, he began to pick at a few balls of lint that had attached themselves to his pant leg.

"Yes." Bailey humored.

(Hello? :( )

(hi sorry)

"I mean…." George waved one hand vaguely. "This is an unusual situation. Not that I'm complaining."

"Come here," he Pat the space behind him, becoming George.

(becoming?)

George obeyed with uncertainty, settling beside the other man.

Beckoning, my bad )

Bailey smiled gently. "Are you gonna eat?"

"A little later," he answered, moving with caution as he leaned his head on Bailey's shoulder.

Bailey smiled warmly at his presence. It was nice.. to feel loved again.

"This is nice.…" George murmured, curling his legs beneath him.

Bailey offered him a forkful of egg, "Agreed,"

George accepted, opening his mouth to take a bit before realizing that Bailey still had the fork in his hand. His cheeks flamed as he pulled away.

Bailey brought his fork back to his plate, smiling curlishly.

George buried his face in the other's shoulder to hide his embarrassment. "Sorry…"

"don't be." Bailey laughed, humored by George's skittishness.

George took hold of Bailey's free hand in both of his, pulling it into his lap. "Your hands are so warm…"

"Well," Bailey spoke, offering another bite, "A healthy lifestyle keeps you warm."

Again, George accepted, cheeks burning. "Must be why I'm blushing at the moment…"

"That's okay." Bailey chuckled softly. "I've never been much of an emotional person, I don't blush much."

"I can tell," he murmured, licking a few crumbs from his lower lip. "I'm making that my goal now. To bring a blush to your face."

A laugh fluttered out of him. "I'd like to see you try."

After a moment of hesitation, George removed the tray from Bailey's lap and took its place, leaning close enough to rub their noses together.