Recent content by Admiral_Jesus

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Hi! I'm Admiral, and I'm just looking for some longform, modern, slice of life rp. That's it. Just something to keep me writing and playing a character I like playing. I don't know how people fill these requests with several paragraphs of specifications, but here's mine. 18+ please Several...

Cal wasn't overly upset by Gabe's bakery question, but her initial smile faded a bit as Gabe had a visible upset, pulling away and rubbing his arm. It turned into a frown at his talk of family and whatnot, but she pulled her face back into a more neutral expression by the time Gabe had looked up...

Cal smiled as he found her yawning contagious, her expression growing a bit more sly as he decided to speak of carrying her around. "I might have to take you up on that. No fireman carries, though, that'd be hell on my back," she shot back, before he continued, prompting a laugh. "If you're...

Cal yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a free hand, similarly stretching her back with a few conspicuous cracks as she winced softly, narrowing her eyes at the feeling of stiffness across her back. Her grin widened at his jovial waking greeting, and she chuckled, ruffling his hair once...

"...Rrgh," Cal grunted, slowly waking from her slumber, every joint seeming stiff and uncooperative as she suddenly processed the presence of someone touching her. About a split second before she jumped to full wakefulness and lashed out, she remembered it was just Gabe. She released the breath...

Cal's pains persisted for some time after Gabe dozed off, so she settled to simply sit there and simply feel the fact she wasn't alone in the room. That more than made up for it, in her opinion, as she slowly, slowly grew more and more attracted to the idea of sleep. Gabe's head was rested on...

"It's okay, it's okay," she said, before laying out one of her hands next to him, sighing as she did so. She tensed up when he looked at the door, and found herself speaking before she could think, imagining that he was about to leave, or at least wanted to before things got worse. She didn't...

"Hey, it's okay. I literally just shattered a bottle against a wall, I'm not judging," she said, still suppressing the fact that she was in tremendous pain, and doing it rather well considering the circumstances. She helped him wipe away some of the tears, and sighed."This isn't- don't... don't...

"Hey, hey, you- no, you didn't cause anything. I- this happens, sometimes I- I get like this. It's not your fault, Gabe- it's not, I promise!" she protested, rubbing his back as he pulled in tighter. "You were worried, and- and I didn't know how to deal with that, so I- so I ran away, and I...

She was shaking too, realizing what just happened, what she'd just done. What she'd done to Gabe, specifically. She wanted to say something, to comfort him, to not be like this right now. But it took so much effort to simply pull her hands away from her face, and stop sobbing for long enough to...

She almost reached for the pocket knife under her pillow until she remembered that someone Gabe was in the house, meaning that it probably wasn't an intruder. She peeked out from the pillow she'd jammed her face into, a single tearful eye checking to make sure it was him. When he approached and...

"I know you want to help, Gabe... I know," she assured him, somehow pulling herself from the brink even before Gabe started comforting her, her expression locking down, her jaw tightly set. It was an obviously forced expression, but it was, in her opinion, better than what would happen if she...

"It is alright. It's fine, I can- I can fix this, you don't need to do that, it's fine- it's totally fine. It's-" she knew she was about to cry, and when she cried, sometimes she got angry, and when she got angry... she glanced in the dents in the wall. When she got angry, she got really angry...

Cal looked completely embarrassed, to be honest. If it had been anyone else asking, for any other reason, she would have never taken them here, and even now, she was starting to regret saying yes. She turned on the light, which flickered on in a fashion that implied that the single bulb dimly...