forum A Random Rp?

Started August 14, 2019 by @Simon-Says

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"That's right, I can!" He said in a sarcastic, fascinated tone. "It's not like I'm in charge or anything!"

Charlotte have him a sarcastic smile. "Go on, now."

He stuck his tongue out flirtatiously, tipping his crown at her.

Out of spite, she stuck her tongue out in response, walking to the door and starting to close it. "Bye now, Princey."

He stuck his foot in the door. "Address me by my property title, and I might leave." He replied. "You may call me King Hart, Your majesty, your highness, sire, and master if you're feeling kinky." He smirked.

Charlotte narrowed her eyes and tipped her head, sending a book flying directly at Quinn's forehead. "Leave my room, and I might stop throwing things at you," she returned with another sarcastic smile.

Quinn reached up, catching the book and dropping it, still smirking. "Use my title, and okay."

"It isn't going to happen," she told him matter-of-factly, throwing another book at him.

He put up a hand to deflect. "Then I guess I'm not leaving."

"Suit yourself," Charlotte told him, turning around and sitting on her bed to read, all the while throwing various objects at Quinn's face.

Quinn sighed softly, shielding himself with the door.

"This would be so much easier if you would leave," Charlotte informed him.

"Not until I hear my title, or off with your head!" He said childishly.

Charlotte looked up at him, arching an eyebrow. "I dare you," she said with a little head tilt.

Quinn peeked at her, black hair tumbling into his face. "Oh?"

Charlotte held his gaze. "Either leave the room or cut off my head," she said, returning to her book. "But do decide quickly, this is all getting very boring."

He smirked, and seemed about to respond, when an older female voice spoke up. He stiffened. "No, mom, no-!"
The door was thrown open by a short, rather rotund older woman, a slightly crazed look in her eyes. "Again! One of you!" She exclaimed.
Quinn bit his lip. "Mom, mom it's not Alice. Please just-" he broke off as the older woman backhanded him across the face.
"What have I told you about back talk, Quinnley?!" She hissed.
Quinn looked down at the floor silently.

Charlotte snorted quietly. "About time you got slapped," she muttered.
(Okie, I'm going to sleep now, g'night!)

(by the way, how okay with like…swearing and dark stuff are you?)

Quinn clenched his jaw.
The older woman stormed up to her. "And you! Coming back here!"
(Ok. Good night! also I forget whether or not the Queen of Hearts died or no so…let's assume/pretend she didn't)

(I'm down for EVERYTHING. ALL OF IT. Except for like, smut. But anything besides that I can do 👌)
Charlotte stood up, looking down at the small woman. "I haven't come back. This is the first time I've been here. And anyway, I didn't exactly come here by choice," she explained, leveling a glare at Quinn.
(Okay, I lied, NOW I'm going to sleep.)

(alright cool, got it. Just wanted to make sure)

"She thinks you're Alice…" He said softly, still looking down at his feet. "She used to think I was Alice, too… she thinks everyone is Alice…" His hand brushed his throat slightly.
"You ruined everything!" The woman raged.
(Lol alright!)

"Well, I wouldn't entirely say that, your kingdom seems in perfect order as of now," Charlotte continued calmly. Just like talking to my mother.

The older woman frowned. "You cant see the cracks, can you?" She said suddenly. "This kingdom is smoke and mirrors and its your fault!"
Quinn remained silent, looking at the floor.
"Off with your head!" The old queen shouted.

"It's really not mt fault, and I'd really prefer to keep my head, if it's all the same to you," Charlotte told the woman slowly, cautiously backing up and resting a hand on the knife in her pocket.

"Mom-" Quinn started.
"Quiet!" She hissed at him. "I didn't ask for your opinion, did i?"