forum I'm really bored, anyone want to roleplay?

Started September 01, 2019 by Deleted user

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There he is, Rose thought, repeatedly tapping her own on her desk. This was the part of the day which she could not live without. The part that got her through the rest of the day. Third period. He was sitting at his desk with a big group of friends around him, talking. She wished that she could be there, too, with a group of friends. But she sticked to her own desk, nervously glancing over to him for short periods of time as to not get noticed. The bell rang, and his friends went to their own desks, and Rose let out a quiet sigh.

"Yeah! Of course, I won! Do you have any idea how long I've been playing the piano?"
He says with his big white smile. He had been playing ever since he was around three years old, and he had been getting ready for the big competition for a few months now. After school, he would go down to the school's old music room to practice more. Just a few days ago, he had won, of course.
As the bell rang all of his friends went to their own desk and they all were flicking paper footballs to each other as the teacher walked in. Seong-Jin simply tapped his fingers on the desk like there were piano keys on the desk, only with his right hand. He always sat at the front, though to the far left to the window, the sun always shining on his silvery-white hair.

As class was being dismissed fifty minutes later, Rose stood from her seat and gathered her things, heading for the exit, when she bumped right into Seong-jin, dropping all of her books on the floor, papers scattered everywhere. "I'm sorry!" She apologized quickly, scrambling to pick up all the papers as kids walked all over them, leaving their dirty shoe prints. (I know it's cliche but idc, lol)

(Dude, I'm weak for the cliche moments. Never apologize for being cliche XD)

Looking down at her at this random girl dropped her books in front of him like a mad man, though a mischevious smirk crawled upon his face and his flirtatiousness came back to him in an instant as right as she reached for a page, bending down and "reaching" for the page also. Touching her hand, the tips of his fingers cold as ice as he did. He wasn't about to pick up her paper. It was her fault that she bumped into him after all. But maybe he could get her flustered. It's what he did best.