forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“We both know that something ‘terrible’ is something ‘amazing,’” William winked. “But yeah, we should wait to get home to do that.”

Amber chuckled and squeezed his hand. “All right, love. Now, why don’t we talk about the apartment? I know you said you wouldn’t mind moving in with me, but you also did suggest getting a new one… Would you maybe want to look for some, and then we can visit them and see how we like them? If we like one better, then we could move in there.”

William squeezed her hand back. “I can do that, yeah. I’ll try to find some apartments and we can check them out.”

“Sounds good. Let me know when you’ve found a few, and we can call either my or your real estate agent,” Amber said with a smile. “Then we can set up times to visit them.”

“Sounds good,” William hummed. “And if we can’t find one, I’ll move in your apartment.”

Amber’s smile widened. “Perfect. I can’t wait. It’s going to be an adventure.”

“Trust me, love, it’s going to be a wild adventure,” William winked. “It’s going to be fun.”

Amber rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Everything is wild with you, Will.”

“Are you complaining, Blue?” William chuckled, eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Far from it. You make my life incredibly interesting, you know,” Amber replied, her voice amused.

“I’m glad. You make my life very colorful, too, Blue,” William smiled at her.

“Well, I should if my name is Blue,” Amber chuckled softly. “You know what we should do sometime? Make music again.”

“I like that idea,” William hummed. “I missed making music with you.”

“So did I. It was fun. Maybe later this weekend, when neither of us has to work,” Amber mused.

“I’m free on Saturday,” William said, stretching. Just then, the waiter arrived with their food.

Amber thanked the waiter and pulled her food closer to herself. “Okay. Saturday works for me, too. My place or yours?”

“Either works,” William responded with a shrug, taking one garlic bread and biting down on it. “I can come to yours if you’d like.”

“That sounds good. I can’t wait,” Amber said with a grin before pulling the spaghetti closer.

William took his fork and rolled spaghetti around it, pressing the utensil to Amber’s mouth when he did so. “Here you go. You have the first bite and let me know how it is.”

“I can feed myself, love,” Amber chuckled, though she took the bite anyway. She hummed, nodding as she chewed and then swallowed. “It was good. Your turn.”

William merely smiled at her and took a bite for himself, making sure to grab a larger bite of a meatball as he did so. He chewed slowly before nodding. “It is,” he hummed. “A little less spicy than I would like, but good nonetheless.”

Amber blinked at him and smiled as she pulled the Alfredo closer. “You like your spaghetti spicy?” she questioned as she twirled the pasta around her fork.

“It tastes bland to me otherwise,” William shrugged, taking another forkful. “I like spicy things.”

Amber hummed and lifted the fork to his lips before he could take another bite of spaghetti. “Taste this for me,” she murmured, a small smirk on her lips.

William eyed the smirk on her lips before his eyes went to the fork. He slowly opened his mouth, returning his gaze to Amber as he took a bite.