forum Platonic/Friend or Family roleplay anybody? (Closed)

Started September 21, 2020 by @Rainy_is_back

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Thayne blinked at the question. “Um…” His eyes darted around the room for a moment, as if the answer was written somewhere, until his gaze landed on his philodendron on the desk. “Plants? Earthy stuff, I guess. What about you guys?” He glanced between Noah and Skylar.

Noah smiled more, nodding. "Sounds cool." He hummed, watching as Skylar leaned back against the wall. "Personally, I like Photography. I know it's not exactly the same thing, but somehow my room is full of stuff like that." Noah laughed weakly, trying to break the stiffness between the three of them. "What about you, Sky?" He hummed softly, trying to get her engaged in the conversation. "I don't really have a lot of interests." She mumbled in return, picking at her skin. "Oh come on, you gotta have something." He insisted, gently bumping her again. "I guess I like skating. Roller or boarding."

Thayne smiled, almost sheepishly, and nodded along. “Photography’s cool… I like taking pictures sometimes.” His gaze flickered over to Skylar for her answer. Nervously crossing and uncrossing his ankles, it seemed despite Noah’s best efforts the stiffness among them remained. Thayne nodded again in response to Skylar. He was supposed to say something, anything, that was the polite thing to do. “Maybe—I mean if you want—you could teach me sometime. I never learned. Only if you want to ‘course.” He almost wished she would decline.

"Maybe." Skylar stated coolly as she idly ran her thumb over her finger nails. Her eyes were glued to the floor as they stood there, the awkward tension only growing. Though clearly she didn't care how awkward it was— at least that's what her face said. Whatever she was truly thinking was hidden behind a stoic mask. She wasn't going to bend easily to the fact that they had another person in the house. It would be even harder to convince her to be friendly to this new boy. Noah sighed weakly, dropping his hand. "Well, I'd love to see your pictures sometime. For now, I think I'm gonna take miss grumpy pants, and leave you be. If you're alright with that." Noah offered, receiving a sharp glare from Skylar.

Thayne couldn’t help but let a soft breath of relief escape him when Noah suggested he and his sister leave. He didn’t so much mind Noah, the boy seemed nice. Skylar, on the contrary, did not. Having somewhat expected it, he shouldn’t have been taken aback by her reaction—of course she’d be upset about having another person enter their house. Their space. Her room. “Oh, no, that’s alright. You can go ahead.” He tried not to sound too eager, but there was no telling whether he succeeded. At least from his perspective.

Skylar let out a slight huff, pushing off the wall eagerly. Though her face stayed stoic. She brushed pass Thayne, leaving the room before Noah could say anything of it. When she was gone, Noah sighed weakly. "I'm sorry about her… she's normally pretty nice." He insisted, starting towards the door. "Well, it was nice meeting you. My room is right down the hall if you need anything. Don't hesitate to come get me." Noah hummed with a gentle smile, somewhat leaning on the door frame.

Thayne nearly flinched as Skylar brushed past him, lips pursed until he turned to Noah. He visibly relaxed now that Skylar had left. He returned the smile, genuine and light albeit the faint awkwardness clouded around the meeting of new people. “It’s fine. I did take her room, so…” It was a lousy excuse to shrug it off, and he knew it. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you too. I’ll let you know if I can think of anything then. I appreciate it.”

"Alright, I'll talk to you later, then." Noah nodded as he smiled, turning as he headed off. He quietly followed after Skylar, pushing her door open as he saw her. "What was that about?" He snapped some, definitely irritated. "I know he took your room, but you're being ridiculous!" Skylar turned her gaze over to him, a slight scowl on her face. "Leave me alone. I don't feel like talking to you." She muttered, grabbing a book as she leaned back on her bed. Noah took the hint, backing up. He would deal with her later. She clearly wasn't going to talk to him now.

(No worries! Sorry it took so long to get back. I hope things have gotten at least a little less stressful for you!)

Thayne crossed the room to take a seat on his bed again—or rather, Skylar’s old bed. Pulling both of his feet up into the mattress, he peered over towards the doorway where he heard faint talking between the two siblings. He stayed there for some time basking in the reality that he had his own room, his own place in a family that didn’t quite feel like his own.

Eventually Thayne pushed himself off the bed to go explore the other parts of the house. Cautiously, he turned the corner into a hallway that he’d been told led to the living room.

(Okay, I know it's a day later, but I still managed to get something in.)

Noah had gone to the living room after Skylar shut him out, plopping down on the couch with a sketchbook in hand. His mother gave him a slightly irked look at the way he had flopped down, but Noah seemed to have ignored it. Shaking her head, she finished wiping down the coffee table and disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving Noah there. The boy just sat there— mindlessly doodling.
He was by no means an artist but enjoyed doing it despite not being very good. Right now he was working on something for a photo shoot he had in mind with a few of his friends. Completely distracted by what he was doing, he hadn't even noticed Thayne come into the room.

(Not a problem! I’m probably gonna be slow on responses)

Thayne warily made his way into the room. He stood aimlessly for a moment. Taking in his new surroundings. He’d seen the house before, of course, during the consultation with his social worker to see if the family was a good fit. It hadn’t felt real then since there had been other interviews. Now that it was real, he had to process all of this all over again. His finally landed on the couch, and then Noah. “What are you drawing?”

(That's totally fine, I'll try and respond sooner though, so you can respond whenever you're available aha.)

Noah eventually glanced up when addressed, pushing himself into a sitting position. "Nothing really. Just some ideas I had for a shoot with some friends. One of them said she had some props she wanted to use, and I'm trying to figure out how to make it work." He shrugged some, setting the sketch pad on the edge of the coffee table. "Nothing exciting really, if I'm being honest with you."

(Alright!)

Thayne stayed where he was while he listened to Noah, his hands held in front of himself. He nodded along. “Oh, that’s really neat.” Then as Noah placed the sketchbook on the table, he glanced over at it. He nearly moved to take a look at it, but stopped himself. Remembering artists typically didn’t want people looking at their work without permission. He’d had plenty of experience with that at halfway houses. “I know you said it’s not exciting, but, I’m interested. Can I see?”

"Yeah, of course." Noah hummed, picking his sketchbook up. Offering it to Thayne, he left a spot for him to sit if he wanted to. "I'm really no good. I'm better with a camera than I am with a pencil." He chuckled, resting his chin on his knee. He gave the other boy a smile, trying to come off as friendly and inviting. Unsure if it was working or not, he kept up the little smile. The boy was at ease, pale eyes scanning around the room as Thayne flipped through his sketchbook. He hummed softly to himself, sitting back against the arm of the couch.