forum random OxO rp (very open!!)

Started September 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Crissy nodded, smiling. "Okay!" She said, glad she could do something.

Ophelia smiled as she did, parking in the garage and leading Crissy into the house. The floors were made of dark wood, the walls painted a dark ocean blue. Ophelia turned on the lights as they went, exposing the tasteful- and obviously expensive- decorations. The kitchen was the only light part of the house, walls a cheery yellow. Floral curtains hung on the windows. Ophelia finally seemed to breathe. "Welcome to my part of the house.

Crissy looked around, shuffling after her. Wow… "It's nice…" She said softly, fidgeting again. And then there's me, a literal rat, standing in the middle of it all.

"It's yours too. We have more than enough empty space upstairs, if you want a hobby room. God knows we all need something to fill our free time." Ophelia strolled over to the refrigerator, pulling out her ingredients and passing Crissy a pre-cooked chicken. "Shred this while I make your soup. How does tomato bisque sound?"

Crissy nodded. "I'm not picky." She said, putting her bag down and getting started on shredding the chicken.

"That doesn't mean you don't have a preference." Ophelia started grabbing pots from below the counters. "I can make something else if you'd like it better."

"No, it's fine, really." She said, smiling softly.

"Good." Ophelia spooned boiled tomatoes into the pot. "Would you mind tossing that into the salad when you're done?"

"Sure." She said, nodding as she worked on shredding the chicken.

Ophelia hummed, working on the soup. She finished fifteen minutes after, leading Crissy into the living room while the soup simmered. "So, what's a nice girl like you doing in foster care? Obviously you don't have to spill, but it'd be… nice. 'Course, I don't really mind if you've got boundaries you need to keep up. You should be able to feel safe here."

Crissy tensed up slightly. "Can I… not get into that right now?" She asked quietly. "It's, um, not fun…"

"Yeah, that's perfectly fine." Ophelia pushed her down onto the couch gently, reaching over for the remote before she plopped down herself. "What do you wanna watch?"

"I'm fine with anything." She said, shrugging. "I don't really watch T.V. much, so I don't know many shows."

"I'm the same, sorry to say." Ophelia flipped through channels, never settling on one for more than a few seconds. "Here, I'm never going to pick on my own." She passed Crissy the remote.

Crissy flipped through for a minute, setting on a show that looked kind of interesting. "Is that okay?" She asked, looking up at her.

"It's just a show, you don't need my approval. But… yes, it looks interesting. I'd like to watch it with you." Ophelia grabbed a blanket from the armchair a few feet from her spot on the couch, tossing it at Crissy. "Make yourself comfortable."

Crissy shifted slightly, getting comfortable as she watched the show.

Ophelia grinned, settling down beside her on the couch. She leaned up against Crissy, lightly so she could pull away if she wanted to, and sighed happily. It was nice to have someone else in the house.

Crissy bit her lip, but made no effort to move. Well, so far, so good…

Ophelia slowly stole the blanket until they were both sharing it, leaning more heavily on Crissy as she got more and more invested in the show.

Crissy paid more attention to the show, finger tapping against her leg. One two, three four. One two, three four…

Ophelia jolted suddenly, tossing off the blanket as she rushed into the kitchen. The soup!!! She'd left the heat low, so nothing bad had happened, but still… how could she be so stupid? She turned off the stove and poured some into a bowl, weak with relief. "How hungry are you?"

"Kinda hungry…" She admitted, still a bit startled. Damn, she's fast. "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, I just forgot we had food on the stove. Accidentally freaked myself out a little." She poured more soup into Crissy's bowl- that girl was just too skinny- and served herself a small helping. She hurried back into the living room, setting the still steaming bowls down of the coffee table. "Eat up."

Crissy took the bowl, smiling softly. "Thank you…" She said softly, taking the spoon and taking a sip. I actually hadn't have something warm in a while…