forum SOMEONE GOT A GOOD PLOT? (CLOSED)

Started January 19, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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((I'm adopting him now that's it he's my son))

"If you'll have me, kiddo." He said, patting his shoulder.

He shrugged lightly. "It's mostly my dad," John spoke, peering down the street for his mom. Checked the time on his phone. "If she's not here by 10, I've gotta walk, which either means dad's home early or she hit an episode.."

WAIT! IRIS'S GHOST IS ELTON JOHN!//

OH OOF WHO GONNA RP ELTON ?? )
If CW declines i can take him!)

((I CAN CERTAINLY TRY
I just realized we totally forgot that we put in Cliff Burton oops))

"What happens if he is home early, if you don't mind me asking?"

Oof )

He rubbed his hands, warmed them up against his neck. It took him a long time to respond. "Normally he spends all night at a bar, by the time he gets home he's too tired to lose his temper but if he gets home early," John murmured, actively avoiding eye contact, "The slightest thing puts him off. He's got Explosive Anger Syndrome, I think its called. But he won't get the medicine for it,"

"I'll be right here." He said, a bit uncertain.

He rubbed his sleeved arm, "I practically worhsip you," he laughed a little.

"Kiddo, you can calm down." He laughed.

His smile softened. "Okay, sir,"

"No need to call me sir either."

"What do you want me to call you?" John asked tentatively.

"Just call me Billy."

He broke out in a giddy smile. "Okay!"

He pat his head gently, smiling.

Skip?

Jonathan dropped his backpack off beside his bed, crashing into it with a tired sigh.

"Well." Billy said, sitting on the end of the bed. "On the bright side, he wasn't home early."

((CAUSE I'M MR. BRIGHTSIDE))

John spread his limbs out, but still gave the ghost space. "Yeah," John sighed.

Hope you did well!)

((Me too I barely studied))

"So…"

Oof )

He inhaled deeply and sat up, "Do ghosts sleep?" John squinted, hugging a stuffed turtle to his chest.

Iris yawned, they had just walked back to their house after the summoning. It turns out that the ghost that Iris had been fawning over, wasn't Cliff, which was sad.

"We don't need too, but we can." He said, looking out the window. "Why?"