forum Wanting to do a o/o with my new character// Closed, but lurk if you so wish

Started February 26, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Oh, is everyone alright? Did you see what happened?"

"Yeah, some guy just hauling and ran a guy off the road. Didn't look like anyone got hit, though."

((am i sensing a possible plotline here or am i just full of shit?
"Ugh. That kind of driver is simply the worst."

((I wasn't sure where to lead it, but that was the plan imao
He nodded, frowning. "The guy still hasn't gotten out of the car."

Manon stood, a frown of her own making it's way on to her face. "We should go make sure he is in fact okay."

He let go off her hand and stood up, sliding out of his seat and starting to walk to the door.
((Should this be where the douche makes the comment?

((maybe, what do you think? i'm down

"Hey, shortstack! Tell your girlfriend to take off the stilts," a guy called from the far corner of the restaurant, laughing at his own joke like he was Kevin Hart. Eli walked over to Manon and grabbed one of her hands, gently pulling her away from the guy before she did something stupid.

It was a smart move, because Manon had turned a fiery glare on the man. He wasn't a regular, made obvious by his comment, something none of the regulars had done. She took a step towards him, trying to tug her her hand free from Eli's grip. "Écoute-moi, bâtard." It didn't occur to her that he might not understand her, as she had a tendency to slip into French when feeling very strongly about something. "Les différences de hauteur sont une norme sociale de conneries consistant en un connard avec une petite bite, et je ne tolérerai pas de tels commentaires de vous."

He stepped in front of her, putting his hands on her sides and leaning against her just enough to make her backpedal. Even though she was as tall as him and even taller with the heels, he still had the weight advantage, so there was no way that she was gonna get past him. "Manon, please, it's fine."
All the while the guy just laughed even harder,

((sksksksk ELI DOESN'T KNOW THAT SHE'S AN ATHLETE TOO LMAO
"It most certainly is not, and somebody needs to put that pathetic excuse for a man in place." She spat angrily, and looking at Eli only seemed to fuel that. She continued to try and fight him, very dead set on approaching the man.

((He's just gonna use his body mass imao, he isn't that small
He locked his knees and put a little more force against her, shaking his head. "There isn't any need. I don't really care, and he was directing the insults to me. No need to get mad, right?" He looked up at her with his big hazel eyes, pleading with her to stop. One thing he never liked were physical confrontations. He never really knew why, either. He was never bullied, or abused. He just never liked them.

It was slow, but she seemed to calm a bit, sending a withering glare in the man's direction before looking down at Eli. "You can stop now with the eyes of puppies, Eli. He is worth none of my time." Her accent was much thicker than before, and her English was just slightly off.

He stepped back, taking his weight off of her and grabbing her hand "Can we just go?"

She nodded, her grip on his hand tight, and led the way back out the door, pausing in the parking lot to take calming breaths. "I apologize."

((you shoulda said "Eyes of puppies"

((well now i'm editing it

"It's fine," he said, looking down at his feet.

"No, it is not." She shook her head, tugging her free hand through her hair, a movement that messed it up slightly. "I should have listened when you first tried to pull me away."

((sidnjvn wonderful
"Your blood was up, and the guy was a douche. I get where the anger is coming from. It's fine." He glanced up at her again.

"A douche. That is a good word to describe him." She hesitantly met his eyes, and her quip was an attempt to ease the tension.

He smiled slightly, rubbing his chin with his other hand, "Your hair's a little messed up."

"Oh, is it?" She pulled a small contact mirror from her purse, using it to attempt to fix her hair. "You keep rubbing your chin. Why is that?"

"Do I?" he tilted his head, "I never knew."

"Yes, like this-" She looked over at him and mimicked the gesture. "-I find it quite curious."

He shrugged. "I have no clue. I could just be feeling my facial hair."

She put away the compact and reached out, running a finger along his jaw. "I can see the appeal."

For the first time he actually blushed, the light pink pigment poking through the 5 o'clock shadow.

She placed her palm on his cheek, studying him for a moment before letting her hand drop, a bit hesitantly. "You are pink." She pointed out unnecessarily, slightly teasing.

He smiled, his eyes squinting slightly as the color deepened. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Since we couldn't get dinner here…would you want to come over to my place for a little bit?"