forum "The Resistance? Sounds like a bad-ass name." (4/4)(Closed!)

Started April 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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I want this to start ffs ;-;-;-;

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You think it would be bad if we started it off with just Luka and Joan just sitting around and use that while we wait for the others to get on?

Nah man it'll just work as filler/exposition

Who's house should they start off in?

Joan's, maybe? Idk traditionally in bands they meet at the drummer's house (because drum kits are hard to move + they usually have somewhere to practice without bothering people) so maybe there?

(True, true.)

With a grunt, Luka plopped down next to Joan on her couch, stretching his feet out as far as they'd go. He was dressed up to the nines in a suit with the color scheme of dark and light blue despite the fact they weren't doing anything that day. He had let himself into the house with the key hidden under a potted plant on her porch.
"How's your Deutsch coming along?" he asked, side-eyeing her with a small grin.

Joan stopped playing with her drumsticks for a moment, grinning smugly as she turned to him. "Geh fick dich" She said, proceeding to turn back to the table she was drumming on after she adjusted her loose tie. "Learned that specifically for you, so you better be fucking proud." She said, humming.

"Ich wünschte, du könntest eine bessere Beleidigung finden," he said with a grin. "And how sweet, you do care about little old me."

She glared at him from the corner of her eye, drumming a bit harder. "Dickwad." She muttered.

((I have decided she is the type of person who insults people to show affection))

"Have you checked our Twitter lately?" he asked, his grin growing.

"No, why?" She asked, putting down her sticks. "Did something happen?"

This'll be good. "Some of our female fans have given me a nickname."

"What? Oh boy, I can't wait to hear this." She said, grinning in anticipation.

One word was all he needed. "Bambi."

She threw her head back, laughing hard enough to slid off the couch. "Oh my God… Oh my God!" She wheezed, holding her stomach. "I am so using that. Oh my God. Bambi!"

He couldn't hold back a laugh of his own. "So verdammt dumm," he said. "Whoever came up with it needs to be shot."

She calmed down enough to sit normally, though she stayed on the floor. "Can it, Bambi."

"You're just jealous," he said, playing with his tie absent-mindedly. "I might change my Twitter name to it."

"I have never once been jealous of a human." She stated, flipping back a portion of wild purple locks. "And I fucking dare you to do that."

He pulled his phone out, sticking his tongue in her direction.

She flipped him off, proceeding to just lay on the floor with her knees sticking up.

"Done…and done." Indeed, he showed her his phone, and his Twitter handle was now "Bambi."

She smiled, giggling again. "Bambi."

"Vorhaut," he shot back with a snicker.

She rolled her eyes, deciding to not admit she had no clue what he said.