Due to the inactivity (and my subsequent unavailability), this RP shall be scrapped from the board until the time is right again. Thank you for your participation. Many regrets and apologies that it's not working out.
The doctor was unnervingly close, although he also kept a professional (yet intimidating) posture as he bent over.
"Hmm.. your pupils are dilating and contracting as expected," the doctor scribbled onto his note, metal tip making skritch skritch sounds on paper. "No retina damage from initial...
"Well at least you can do something right, Jenryu." He heard Emily comment, and wonder if he should retort something back, but decided against it since he didn't want to rile up the third person at the table. "Now Rick what could a scholar of my prowess do for you? I must earn my stay here of...
In spite of the pity he felt surging for the verbally attacked man, having an angry Emily on his case, he did feel that the witch scholar's wrath was justified. Even so, creating a commotion was no solution.
"I can cook," Jenryu interrupted.
The redhead stared at him as if the statement...
The blonde blinked his eyes and felt clean cotton strewn across his shoulder, hand instinctively moved to caress it. "Ah, thank you, da-" he barely corrected himself in time, "Lynx." His tongue felt heavy saying that, weighed down by .. familiarity?
We're married. Of course his name should be...
"Could it be pee, princess?" Jenryu finally cracked his façade of appease and let loose his sarcastic side. Any man who would .. lose control over his bladder at the sight of a blade in his face was clearly not competent enough to be a threat to him. Surmising that, Jenryu let out an angry sigh...
Basically, you meant to say: You may not roleplay as more than one for each category.
I like things simplified, especially for a regularly-passing-out sort of guy. My brain's not even worthy enough to be sought after by zombies.
There will be three teams.
Team Iwatobi
Team Samezuka
Team...
Distracted by the inquiries, his hand tilted the bottle more than he intended, the alcohol dribbling in a steady stream along the other male's palm. Shocked at his own mistake, his grip jostled somewhat, splashing even more alcohol over the hand.
"S-Sorry!" He rushed the words again.
Since...