forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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George stared down at his hands, remembering the last time he had shot and killed an animal. Why must I be so weak?
"Sounds good, then."

"I only hunt the bucks, though." Bailey murmured. "Can't.. it feels wrong to hurt the does."

He gave a small nod, pleasantly surprised by this sudden gentleness.

Bailey was fiddling with his hands, "I use every part, too. I don't like to waste. It's.. disrespectful,"

"It is…" George inhaled deeply, remembering.

Bailey looked at George for his response. He wasn't very good at.. picking up other's emotions, unless it was rage.

"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."

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

She hugged him tightly against her. "I will never let you leave…" she murmured. There was a laugh behind her words.

"I suppose I have no qualms with that," John replied lovingly.

"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."

"Would you like to sometime, this week? Hunt?"

"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.

"Sorry.." he murmured, blinking rapidly. "But yes, I agree."

"Would you like to sometime, this week? Hunt?"

No. "Yes." Definitely not. "Absolutely. I can teach you to farm in the springtime, if you'd like me to."

He dipped his head appreciatively, and pat George's hand.

"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.

"Undoubtedly.." he purred.

"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.

"Undoubtedly.." he purred.

She grinned. "Must you go…?"

He dipped his head appreciatively, and pat George's hand.

George’s heart skipped a beat, which only served to confuse him further. “Right. Anyways, when are you planning on sleeping?”

"Round.. ten, hopefully. Good 'nuff." He replied, his verbal tic slipping in.

"Boey might," she giggled, pecking her lover's lips.

"Undoubtedly.." he purred.

She grinned. "Must you go…?"

"I must," John replied with a spice of theatrical drama.

"Round.. ten, hopefully. Good 'nuff." He replied, his verbal tic slipping in.

George smiled at that. “Alright.”
I hope he likes the gift I have for him…

He popped a cherry into his mouth, "Maybe earlier if I get bored,"

George nodded in agreement, frowning slightly as he tried to place the odd tugging sensation in his chest.

Bailey's gaze flickered to the fire, took a moment to chew– and spat the cherry pit with surprising accuracy into the flames.

George glanced up, a short laugh escaping from beneath his juice-stained lips. “Such talent, my friend.”

"Well, I mean," he smiled, and simply said sjnce he didnt know what to say, "'s good 'nuff for me."

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