Oliver gave an annoyed sigh, placing a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “Can we just talk about this?” He asked.
Lucy glared and shoved at his chest, and he grabbed onto her wrist sharply. “Oliver, let go of me,” she hissed.
“I am trying to have a civilized conversation with you, and you are having this bitchy attitude,” he snapped, eyes sharpening.
“Please, you’re hurting me,” she said in a different, slightly more desperate tone as she grimaced from the crushing grip on her wrist.
He frowned at her before letting go, and she flinched back, holding her wrist close to her chest as she rubbed where his fingers left bruises. “I don’t want to talk to you.”
Orion's head snapped up. "Watch the food!" He calls over his shoulder to Cas when he rushed out of the house. Running. Running. Stepping into the clearing with Lucy and the man. A single, snarled word. "Leave."
Both Lucy and Oliver looked over at the sound of Orion’s voice. “Orion, it’s fine, go back to the cabin,” Lucy said in a soft, quick tone. Oliver simply watched with a lazy smile.
"I don't have eyes, I can't watch anything!" Cas calls, laughing a little. Sam ends up tilting backwards and before he can save himself he's sprawled out on the floor, his tongue sticking out a little at the stun of falling
Orion simply looks over at Oliver, his lip curls in a snarl. "Leave. Your presence is not wanted here."
Lata looks over at the door where Orion had run out only seconds ago.
Sighing, she knelt over by where Sam lay.
"See? I told you," she said, smirk on her face. Since Sam wasn't a very good cook whatsoever, and Cas couldn't see, Lata felt it would likely have to be her responsibility that things wouldn't burn. She had learned to cook simple things for herself, but wasn't much of a chef. She mostly stole before she met Orion, not knowing where her next meal would come from.
Sam stuck his tongue out before rolling to his feet and morphing back to normal
(Sam is acting like a small child and I love it)
(he's trying to get used to having a soul again lol)
(idc, it's precious and I love this)
(I'm honestly tempted to have him revert to somewhere between his current form and his younger self now that he has his soul)
Oliver kept the smile as his body seemed to crumble, falling to ash before floating away. Lucy ran a hand over her face, keeping them there for a moment, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her wrist. She uncovered her face to look at Orion, giving a sad smile. “Thank you.”
(DUDE I WANNA RP WITH SAM REVERTING TO YOUNG SAM AND LATA BEING LIKE: HA WE'RE EQUALS KINDA, MEANING I WON'T FEEL BAD FOR TEASING YOU MORE THAN USUAL)
Oliver kept the smile as his body seemed to crumble, falling to ash before floating away. Lucy ran a hand over her face, keeping them there for a moment, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her wrist. She uncovered her face to look at Orion, giving a sad smile. “Thank you.”
(That's how the cookie crumbles-)
(WAIT NO I DIDN't MEAN IT to BE DIRtY)
(Yo I didn’t even think about it being dirty I just like that face. Would you like to share with the class how you could see that as dirty, Iris?)
(Usually that face is copied and pasted if something said could be implied as dirty.)
(first of all, the only time that face would be needed is when I make Sam accidentally revert to his younger self, second of all, how the hell did you make a cookie dirty)
(THE COOKIE ISN'T DIRTY, I JUST THOUGHT BECAUSE OF THE FACE THAT OPIA THOUGHT IT WAS DIRTY)
(I mean, I can think of a way but I don’t want to share that here, there may be children present)
(I think all the rp-ers are older than like…12 but idk about our stalkers lmao)
(lol how is there even a way?)
(There’s always a way. That’s my main skill, I can make inappropriate jokes about practically anything lmao(
