forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

Jane moaned softly. "Boey…"

"Oh, I forgot to feed him," John sat up, "I'll be right back," he laughed.

Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

He could feel heat rushing to his face and abruptly turned away, brows drawing together in confusion.

"Mau," John's cat complained from the floor. They were late to fill his bowl and he wasn't going to let that slide.

Jane moaned softly. "Boey…"

"Oh, I forgot to feed him," John sat up, "I'll be right back," he laughed.

"Noooo…." Jane complained playfully, reaching her arms out for him.

"Jane, I have to," John laughed, but let himself fall back down.

Bailey had his hands clasped over his stomach, looking so much more peaceful now than the first weeks he had lived here.

He could feel heat rushing to his face and abruptly turned away, brows drawing together in confusion.

Bailey opened his eyes. "I'd like a dog someday,"

His head turned again, drawn more by the suddenness of the comment. After a moment, he let a soft laugh escape him. “What kind of dog?”

"One of the smart dogs," Bailey smiled. "German shepard or a labrador, I think."

George smiled too. “A puppy?”

Bailey looked down, his smile widened a little. "Yeah."

“Aww…” George brushed chestnut hair from his forehead. “The ever-stoic Bailey with a puppy? I think my heart might melt.”

He looked away, as he did when he smiled excessively, "I'm not ever-stoic," he insisted. Just by the inflection of his voice, George could tell he was smiling.

“Well, clearly not any more,” he continued to tease, leaning forward.

Bailey plucked a hair off his arm, "I should change into nightclothes," he commented briskly. "I'll be right back,"

George sighed and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Bailey stood up kind of stiffly, and retreated to his room.

George’s face fell. He must have overstepped somehow— he should’ve known better than to tease.

Bailey shut the door behind him, then started pacing with his hands firmly on his hips. This is how he processed thoughts, while pacing, with a stern look on his face.

He sighed, leaning forward to rest his face in his hands. Of course. Leave it to him to mess everything up.

Bailey came to a silent conclusion, and dressed into nightclothes. Gave himself a brief glance in the mirror—minding the slight warp—and returned to the living room.

He lifted his head when he heard Bailey coming back, turning to face him.

"You're fine," Bailey spoke, rubbed his hands like he was washing them. "I'm not upset, if you were concerned.. about, that,"

A relieved smile flickered briefly over his features. “If not, then what are you upset about?”

"Nothing. I simply needed.. space to, think," he replied candidly.

“To think,” he echoed with a nod. About what?