forum OH MY GOSH IS THAT A ROLEPLAY I THINK I JUST SAW A ROLEPLAY!!!! (Private RP with @ScarletAndHerSides) [CLOSED]

Started April 17, 2018 by Deleted user

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“NOthing.” Lucille manage to say, wAIT EW DID TH E WOR M TOUCH ME FUUUUUDDG-

(Oh yay.)

(I would describe what it looks like but you'd die)
Tyson squinted. "Okay my leg hurts like it was drilled into I need more than the lie nothing…."

(Please don’t…)

“A freaking worm.” Lucille said. it WAS GRoSs-

"A….worm…." He blinked. "Oh…." He looked down at his leg. "That's a lot of blood…."

“That’s not the gross part, my hands literally have your blood on them. And that’s not gross compared to the worm.”

"Oh sorry…" He grimaced as another spasm of pain shot up his leg. "Where's Dexter?"

“Disposing the worm.”

Tyson nodded. "Wait…..did you take it out?"

“Yep.”

"Wow!" He smiled a little. "Good job!"
Dexter jogged up to them. "It's done! I burned it!"
(I actually have to go it's like twelve o'clock over here)

(Kk byeee. Cya!)

“Thanks.” Lucille grinned, that smile made it worth it.

(lol)
Dexter knelt down next to Tyson. "How do you feel?"
Tyson sighed. "Like my leg has been butchered."
Dexter turned to Lucille. "You might wanna change the wrappings it's already soaked."

“Right..” Lucille said, “can you pass me the dressing?”

"Yep." He handed her the supplies. "Okay i'm gonna take a walk while you're handling that…"

“It DOeSn’T taKE thAT LonG Get YouR bUTt bAck HEre!” Lucille demanded, than she started wrapping the wound.

Tyson sighed. "Just let him go…." He chuckled. "He won't be as annoying at a distance…."

“Pfft, whatever.” Lucille muttered, wrapping the wound.

"Ow…" Tyson grumbled. "So…..I guess we'll be stuck here until I can walk…."

“Or I can carry you bridal style.” Lucille suggested, more or less as a joke.

Wow she’s always sarcastic or not serious at the wrong times, huh?

Tyson giggled. "Like I said, I'm heavier then I look."

“And like I said, I’m stronger than I look.” Lucille said, “Or maybe there’s a wagon in out Narnia backpack.”

Tyson was still giggling. He felt really loopy. "I think I've lost too much blood…."

“I’d say you loss half a liter of blood, you’ll live.”

"Whoa….a liter?" He started breathing hard. "That's….that's two pints….."

“A liter or half a liter,” Lucille said, “either way you’ll be fine.”

"Okay…." He winced again as she tied it off.
Dexter came trotting up to them. "Is it done?"

“Mhmm.”