forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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“Alright.” George led the way into the kitchen and gestured vaguely to the table. “Sit, relax, I’ll make something.”

Bailey did as George said, and sat down. He folded his arms across the table.

A few minutes later, George set a meal down on the table. “Merry Christmas.”

"Thank you so much," the man smiled. "Did you leave enough for yourself?"

“Yeah,” he answered, though he had left less for himself. “But I don’t normally eat a whole lot, so.. yeah. Anything to drink?”

"Water'll do." Bailey replied.

He retrieved a glass and sat down to eat.

John lauhed softly, "Oh, I must."

She looked deep into his eyes. "There's nothing I can do that will convince you to stay?"

"I'll be right back," he replied, and finally parted to feed the cat.

She fake pouted and waited for him to return.

Her husband only took a minute or so, before reappearing in the doorway.

Jane smiled warmly at him. "Hello."

"Hey," John cooed back to his wife.

He retrieved a glass and sat down to eat.

"Wonder what old Washington is up to these days," Bailey spoke.

“Did you know him well?” George asked, happy for a topic of conversation.

"Decently. Met him a handful of times. Doesn't talk much, but means what he does say," Bailey replied with a mouth full of breakfast.

“A rare luxury,” he muttered, but he was smiling.

"Yeah. Never took a liking to his chosen associates though," he commented. "Hamilton especially,"

(Hhhhhh)

George raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

Lmaooo )

"He's such an ass," Bailey squinted. "He just exudes assery,"

(Lmao indeed)

George burst out laughing, his expression clearing. “Bailey, that’s not a word.”

"Assery," he smirked.

“Watch your mouth,” he teased, waving a fork at the other man. “Thou shalt not curse on the birthday of our Lord and Saviour.”

"Well shit damn, then," he continued to curse, to humor his host.

“Bailey!” George burst out laughing again, dream forgotten. “Wash your mouth with soap before the Devil overtakes you!”

"Eh, too late." He took a casual bite, "Little do you know, I am the devil," he snickered quietly. Bailey was in a good mood today.

George swallowed, but was quickly snickering once more. “What does that make me?”

"A witch," he squinted playfully at George.

He gasped in mock offense, delight flooding him at how carefree his companion was acting. “Excuse me?”