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

Started April 08, 2019 by Deleted user

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There's a sharp knock on the door sounded through the house and Adagio waited impatiently. She was wearing a simple vintage outfit.

((I'm using that now))

Joan forced herself up, heading to the door. "Coming!" She said, yanking the door open once she got there. "Hey, Adagio. Come in and find out about what happened on Twitter!"

She smirks. "Took you two long enough." She walked in and waved her phone. "Ha. Lemme see and send it to me." She laughs loudly.

"Just look at my new Twitter handle," he said, poking his head over the back of the couch.

"On it." She walks towards the couch and flops onto it. She opens her phone to twitter. "Well well. What have we here."

"People are calling him Bambi!" She said, flopping dramatically back to her position on the floor and hiding her wince. "I am now included in those people."

"Awww! So cute!" She coos. She smirks at the other. "I think it's adorable."

"I have no clue why," he said, rubbing his nose.

"It's the doe eyes." She said, as seriously as she could manage. "You always look a bit stunned."

He blinked a couple times, only heightening the affect. "Bullshit."

She started laughing again, biting down on the back of her wrist to quiet herself.

"Last time I checked," he said, straightening his tie in an exaggerated manner, "Deer don't wear suits."

"Aw come on you two. Stop flirting, it's gross." To emphasize, she gags before giggling into her hands.

"Schlampe Wurst," he spat out playfully.
(He just called her a slut sausage)

"No, you get to suffer. This is what you get for stealing my ice cream last week." She said, mock glaring at her.

(Pfft)
She raises a brow. "Really? That's the best you can come up with? Geseki?"

(She called him a son of a bitch in Korean)

"Oh, I have an idea for our next performance." He suddenly looked very engaged, sitting up and smiling.

"What?" She asked, excited.

Adagio perks. "I'm listening." She says excitedly.

"So, you know how fire doesn't hurt me, right?" he was damn near dancing in his seat.

"Yeah. I'm still mad about that bet when we first met." She said.

"Yeah? So?" She asks carefully. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. You could see her beginning to fumble with the gloves on her hands.

He grinned at the memory. "Well, why not do some crazy pyrotechnics when we first get on stage, and have me waltz right through the thick of it? It would be a hell of an entrance."

She grinned. "We could get you demon horns from the costume store!" She said, doing finger guns.

She flinches slightly. "I dunno… that sounds dangerous… even if you are immune to fire…"