forum School RP 2 (Closed Stalkers are welcome even if I still don't believe they exist...)

Started December 03, 2018 by Deleted user

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“That’s good,” Lillian’s smile grew.

“Yeah pretty good.” He looked up at her with a still ashy face.

Lillian didn’t like the ashy face. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, “You want to stay up here a bit longer?”

"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.

“Okay,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted.

She smiled a little, trying to communicate that she'd support his decision since her words weren't working with her.

“That’s good,” Lillian’s smile grew.

“Yeah pretty good.” He looked up at her with a still ashy face.

Lillian didn’t like the ashy face. She leaned down and kissed his cheek, “You want to stay up here a bit longer?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and put his head back down. “It’s hot in here,”

"I don't know…I really don't mind it but if you think it's a problem then go right on ahead." She chewed on her lip nervously.

“Okay,” he sighed. He wasn’t sure what he wanted.

She smiled a little, trying to communicate that she'd support his decision since her words weren't working with her.

He nodded and looked back out of the window. He followed the tree line with his eyes.

Lillian thought for a moment, “Want me to open the door?”

Lillian thought for a moment, “Want me to open the door?”

“No,” he pulled the blanket off of his legs and curled up in himself into a ball. It was more likely he had a fever.

Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."

She sighed quietly. "It's so pretty out there."

Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."

“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.

She sighed quietly. "It's so pretty out there."

“I hope we don’t die on Christmas, even a monster has to take a break right?” He was looking for the Kanima. He knew it was out there.

"You'd think that but no. Death doesn't take a holiday."

Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”

Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."

“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.

Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."

Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."

“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.

Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."

He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.

Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”

She peered out the window. "I don't see anything."

Ryan saw it now, pacing in the yard and staring back at him. “Look,” He whispered like it could hear him. “It’s right there,”

She peered out the window. "I don't see anything."

“What do you mean. It’s right there,” he pointed and it turned to look at him. He let out a low, challenging growl.

This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.

Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.

A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.

Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.

"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it

(SORRY I LEFT IM REAL MY NAME IS DARREN)

(She says, "I guess you're real." (You are real))

(I’m not real. I’m fake 🤷🏻‍♂️)

(Noooo! Don't tell her that! She'll be on my case about it!)

"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it

“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.

(Fine geez I’m real)

(Yay! Also, I would miss you if you weren't real)

Lillian sighed and put a gentle hand on the back of his neck. Her hands were cold at the moment, "Then maybe you should take your shirt off."

“That’s kinky,” he mumbled, the misery in his voice aligned with the aching of his body.

Lillian sighed, "You're burning up. You need to cool down Dare."

He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.

"I know, you aren't," Lillian looked at him concerningly, "But you look sick."

"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it.

“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.

"I know you're not insane, it just seems a little strange that you see it and I don't."

This was more difficult than it should be where she saw Love he saw Belle. This would take some getting used to.

Fleur poked at his lips with her tongue. Her fingers began creeping up into his hair.

A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.

Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.

He sighed as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I’m not sick,” he protested once again.

"I know, you aren't," Lillian looked at him concerningly, "But you look sick."

He sighed deeply. “I’m probably sick but I don’t wanna be,”

A tear fell down his cheek and onto hers, it was hardly noticed. He melted against her at last, all the tension falling away from his body.

Fleur was elated. She'd gotten him to relax, and that made her happy. Her shoulder blades dug into the couch and she moaned lightly.

He rested his hand on her hip, pushing her further Into the couch. This has become a little more than French kissing.

"Babe I don't see anything." She saw straight through whatever he was staring at because she didn't see it.

“I’m not insane, it’s there I promise,” he jumped up and went to the window.

"I know you're not insane, it just seems a little strange that you see it and I don't."

“Maybe it’s playing tricks on me. You’ve seen it before right?”