“Sure.” Claude placed a bookmark in his book and shut it. “I don’t think it’s particularly interesting, no. It’s Shelley’s Frankenstein. I don’t care for fiction all that much, but somebody told me to read it, so here I am.” Claude’s words were clipped, blunt, and to the point as he talked. “Although I’m not too far in, so I’ll see how this goes.”
(Just curious, do we have a plan for where this RP is going to go?)
(No, I’m sorry! I can definitely build a plotline if you want, but if I’m honest, I use rps as a way to flesh out characters & build universes. If you have anywhere you want this to go, just lmk.)
(I think it would be pretty cool to have some conflict arise, or just drama in general. That kind of thing is usually good for developing who a character is)
(Ima leave a bump here, just in case you ever want to get back to this)