forum I’m bored and want another one on one rp, fight me (open)

Started June 15, 2019 by @gracehustle

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Andrea glanced at Daso and cleared her throat, dropping her voice down super deep, “Uh, how’s this?” The voice was way too deep to keep up but she looked to him to see if it sounded convincing.

He tried to keep a straight face for as long as he could, but the sight of her determined face as she comically deepened her voice was too much. He burst into laughter. "Well, maybe you should pretend to be mute."

She pretended to scowl at him, though a small smile came onto her face at the sight of him laughing, “I’m only pretending to be mute as a last option.” She cleared her throat again and made her voice a little less deep, “Hows this?” It was a little less stressing on her throat but she knew it was still too much effort to keep up.

Daso cleared the laughter from his throat. "Okay, that's somewhat better. But honestly, you could lighten it some more. They'll just assume you're really young."

“What about this?” She said, following what he said and only dropping her voice a little, hoping it worked, “Do I sound like a guy?”

Daso nodded. "Much better. I mean, you sound like a kid, but at least you don't sound too girly."

She made a note to drop her voice a little more so she didn’t sound as childish before nodding, “Now, time to find the cannons.”

"Alright," Daso said, looking around. He wandered back towards the center of the deck. There were stairs leading below deck a little ways away from the center, but he wasn't sure if there were cannons down there or not. "We could try those stairs."

“It’s not going to hurt if we do,” She agreed, switching to the boy voice and walking to the stairs.

He followed her down the stairs. It was dark and damp, and he was pretty sure he spotted multiple rats scurrying by. "Nice place."

She wrinkled her nose and nodded, “They definitely know how to clean up don’t they.” Andrea watched each step carefully as she ventured further into wherever they were going, looking for anything which resembled a cannon.

Daso strolled past a few benches where rows were sticking out. "I guess this is where they row if there's no wind or whatever," he said, pretending to know about ships. "We must be getting close."

“I hope so, I’m not a huge fan of rats, and there seems to be a multitude of them down here.” She said, looking at the ores and the benches that went with them, “I hope I don’t have to do this at all.”

Daso grimaced. "Same, I'm not a fan of–" suddenly he tripped, nearly crashing onto the ground. "Oh, I found a cannon ball."

She jumped when he tripped, spinning to make sure he was alright, “That means there’s gotta be ash close here, just gotta find some.”

"For such a filthy place, there's less ash than I thought," Daso said, peering through the darkness and kneeling by a bench. He covered his hands in soot and stood back up. "Here you go, give me your face."

Andrea carefully made her way next to him, making sure not to trip on the cannon ball, “How often do you think I’ll have to put this stuff on my face?”

He looked at her face for a moment before he began rubbing the ash gently onto her skin. "It's a shame you have to at all. Your skin is so nice." He fell silent for a moment. "Since pirates don't really bathe, it should stay on."

Her cheeks flushed and she looked to the floor, her nose wrinkling at the second statement, “I’m not looking forward to bring dirty.”

"Neither am I," he admitted, lowering his hands. "I hate dirty things."

“Well, if you hate dirty things, how does my face rank on your dislike to hate scale?” She asked jokingly, doing her best not to rub the soot off her face.

"No amount of soot could ever make you actually dirty," he laughed, poking her cheek. "Like I said, you're too pretty!"

Again, her face flushed and she face scowled at him, “You’re gonna wipe the ash off my face.” She crouched down and swiped some spot onto her finger before standing up, poking him on the nose in return.

He laughed again. "Alright, sorry! Let's head back onto the main deck. I want to see the ocean."

“Alright.” She straightened out her shirt and fixed the cap on her head. “Do I pass for a boy though?” She asked in the voice they had settled on for her.