forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Lips quirking up in a wistful smile, Fae leaned forward again to press her lips breathlessly against his and wrapped her arms around him again.

Macha cast her eyes downwards bashfully. “Thanks. You taught me.”

Sabine laughed. "Okay, your turn to pick what we do next." She said, paying the girl and grabbing both paintings. "What do you suggest?"

Cruz snared his arms around her waist, leaving plenty of clay stains.

Do you want to skip if they get super frisky? XD )

(Lol. Fae would never do anything… naughty because of her backstory, but we can skip a few hours to lunch if you want. I’m cool with whichever ;)

Macha thought for a moment, chewing on her lip and spinning around on her heel to survey the whole festival. She snapped her fingers, wings unfurling rapidly. “Ooh, I know! There’s a guy who was here last year who did what he called ‘living art’, but I think he’s on the other side of the festival, about a twenty minute walk. Do you want me to fly you there?”

Fae’s breath caught, and for a moment all the fear came rushing back like fire to dry grass, but was quickly snuffed out by the waves of desire rolling off of both of them. She was acutely aware of Cruz’s arms around her waist, and she pulled away a bit to take deep breaths.

(Note: the ‘desire’ I was referring to is not sexual)

I'd like to skip yeah xD )

After? She can meet Cruz's uncle? )

Ooh yess let’s do that!! Could you start please? I’m just not sure how Cruz would wanna do the whole thing)

Okay xD )

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Cruz was walking her towards his uncle's house. He held his arm hooked with Fae's as they approached the front porch. The house was one-story and made of pale red brick, and wasn't the prettiest house to say the least, but at least it wasn't collapsed.

Fae swallowed nervously, her head a confusing mess of doubts and emotions as Cruz rung the doorbell, anxiously twisting the ring in her finger.

After a few moments, a wrinkle-faced, quite chubby man opened the door. "Hola, Cruz, y.. ¿su dama?" He laughed. His tone and chortle was jolly, friendly, like a Spanish Santa Claus.

"Espero." Cruz laughed back, walking inside as the man let them.

"It is lovely to see you over," Cruz's uncle welcomed her, words accentuated and iterate with the accent. "Julio Granadíer," he extended his hand for a friendly shake, "But you can call me Julio, or tío," he grinned.

Fae shook Julio’s hand, finding that his grin was infectious. “Nice to meet you, I’m Fae.”, she smiled, cheerful but polite.

"Fae," Julio echoed, "What a lovely name,"

"You made gazpacho?" Cruz spoke from the kitchen, disappointment in his voice.

"You two can still have some, it's fresh," he promised. He looked to Fae, "You've had gazpacho before, ¿sí?" He squinted.

Fae shook her head shyly. “No, sir, but I’m sure it’s delicious.”

"Go ahead and try a bowl," he welcomed, "Cruz! Make the lady a bowl of gaz!"

"Okayy." Cruz acquiesced, opening the cabinet to retrieve a bowl.

"Thank you!", Fae said, touched by Julio's hospitality. "I, um, started working at the clay shop about a week ago.", she said to Julio, trying to start a friendly conversation.

Julio nodded, "How do you like it?"

"Very much. It's my first official job, and the shop is such a pleasant and creative eviroment. Both Cruz and Mr. Ponticelli have been very supportive.", she replied with a tentative smile, nerves stampeding in her head. Her Brittish accent had subconciously become more pronounced.

"Cruz has spoken very high praise of you," Julio commented, welcoming her to sit down. "He actually seems to be a lot happier since he met you, I noticed,"

Fae sat down, cheeks flushing. "I'm happy to be helping. Cruz– Cruz means a lot to me." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "He's really easy to be around, and very encouraging."

"Believe me, he hasn't always been this compliant," Julia sighed, "It's been a long progress."

Cruz walked in with two bowls of cold gazpacho.

Fae turned and saw Cruz walk in, and quickly scooted her chair over to make room for him. The reddish soup he was holding looked and smelt delicious.

Cruz came over and sat, handing over her bowl of gazpacho. "I heard you guys talking about me," he looked at his uncle.

"I'm just impressed with how much you've improved." He leaned to ruffle Cruz's chestnut hair.

Fae took the bowl of gazpacho, thanking Cruz while its delicious, rich smell wafting through the air. She waited politely for everyone to start.

(does it have a smell? lol)

Yeah xD like spiced tomatoes )

Cruz began enthusiastically wolfing down his bowl.

awesome, thanks. I am a clueless jellybean)

Fae dipped a spoon into the thick mixture and bringing to her mouth, the flavor exploding on her tastebuds. "This is delicious, thank you!", she commented to both Cruz and his uncle, having some more.

(don't leave again pleeezzzz)

Julio grinned, "My wife taught me that recipe,"

Cruz looked up for a moment, a transluscent line of red tomato juice giving him a little mustache.

The corner of Fae’s lips quirked upwards in an amused smirk upon seeing Cruz’s tomato sauce moustache. “It’s amazing! Thank you very much for your hospitality.”

Julio's happy expression warmed up a little more, "It's my pleasure,"

Cruz licked it off, smiling like a dork.