forum Roleplay?

Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

tune

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Cruz turned over in bed, heavy head reluctantly waking. He brought a hand to his head to draw through his unkempt hair, squinting towards the digital clock on his bedside table. Nine or so in the morning. Early for him, he supposed.

He opened his mouth in a large, satisfyin yawn, drawing his tongue over his chapped lips. The navy curtain pulled across his window kept his room pleasantly dim, but there was a shaft of light escaping that sliced across the wall and right into his eyes in blinding light. Awesome.

YES AHHH )

(OMG I'M DYING OF CUTENESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

Fae's alarm clock rang, yanking her blessedly out of a disturbing dream. Fae, gagged, in the backseat of a moving car, ears ringing with the sick laughter of the man driving. "Why don't we have some… fun together at my place..?" She shook her head to dispel the nightmare, gazing out of her window at the first rays of sun streaking out from under the horizon. She yawned, a blue spectacled dragon peeking out from behind one of the curtains. "Morning, Zoe.", she said, blinking the gunk out of her eyes and scratching behind the dragon's elegant, gold-tipped horns. She got up and went to her closet, the sight of her many (maybe too many) knitted outfits making the corner of her mouth twitched. She selected her pretty eggshell pink, white, yellow, and pale green blouse decorated in a whimsical floral design with her nice white baggy draw-string trousers, cuffed at the ankles, as well as a cute set of Easter-themed bracelets and necklace.

(I gtg, ill continue tomorrow, srry)

Cruz kept his arm rested hehind his head on the pillow, turning onto is back with his phone in his other hand. It was a bit tricky to type out a text with one thumb, but managed.

Goodmorning

Sabine jumped out of her bed. Today's the day! She thought giddily. She threw open her curtains and let the light stream in. She made her bed, then began rummaging through her many boxes and suitcases for her stuff. She began putting stuff away as she went, not wanting to have a whole lot of work to do later. She picked out a pair of dark skinny jeans, a white shirt, knee-length brown boots, and a red plaid long-sleeved shirt around her waist. She then twisted her long hair into a high ponytail and slipped on her brother's baseball hat. She slipped her daggers into her boots, then grabbed her backpack and her phone. She ran into the kitchen where her mom was making breakfast. "Morning Mom!" She kissed her mom on the cheek then sat down next to Falon.

(@Lil-Owl yessssssssssssssss they're gonna text!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
(For Fae, it's 6:30 right now, so I'll have to wait a bit until she receives the text.)
(just pretend spray-on temporary hair dye that comes out after three showers exists, k?)

Setting her outfit down, Fae made her bed, brushed her teeth, and had a quick, ten-minute shower, drying her hair afterwards just enough so that it was still damp. She then took out a cylindrical pink spray bottle (Rainbow Dye - the spray-on temporary hair dye for you!), making sure she'd followed the instructions so far, and with an old, misused towel wrapped around her, she carefully sprayed the pale pink dye –almost the same color as the pink on her blouse– onto her hair, turning it a light, Easter-y shade of pink that would be washed out by the end of the week. Satisfied, Fae blow-dried her hair, fluffing it a bit, and slipped into her room to get into her plain baking clothes, the ones that she wasn't afraid to get dirty. She would change when she was done helping out in the bakery. Pascal's birthday today!, she thought, picturing the little green dragon as she ran downstairs, her watch reading 7:08.

"Morning, sweet-pea!", her mother greeted her. "Your father's just getting dressed, grab some breakfast and come help me with this cake. Very pretty hair, by the way"

Almost an hour later, every flat surface in the bakery's kitchen had been completely covered with numerous fresh-baked Easter treats. Fae took out the special vanilla cupcake with a miniature cotton candy nest filled with little chocolate eggs, and put it on a miniature platter, carrying it up the stairs to her room. Waiting outside the door for her as planned were Grace, Zoe, and Milo, three of her dragons. When they saw her, the each did a special knock on the door, listening to make sure that the dragons positioned behind it had heard, and a second later someone from inside knock back. Fae entered, singing "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you.." The rest of the dragons (19 of them) hummed along excitedly, each giving a cutesy little hug to the sweet, tiny dragon sitting on Fae's carpet, eyes shining happily. "Happy Birthday Pascal!", Fae grinned, setting the cupcake in front of the small green dragon with little lilac horns.

After that was finished, Fae got into her Easter outfit, slipping on a white fabric headband as an afterthought, not wanting to admit to herself that she was trying to look pretty for… Cruz. Pathetic., she said to herself, checking her reflection in the mirror and running back down to help out in the bakery.

An hour later, at around 9:00, Fae was excused to her room, and felt her phone buzz in her front pocket. Pulling it out and resting against the headboard of her bed, she saw with a burst of pleasure and excitement that it was from Cruz.

Happy Easter!, she texted back quickly. You woke up early today!, she teased.

Cruz peeled open his eyes, which were drifting shut with sleepiness. He looked back up to the screen to read her response, lungs hesitating to enjoy the moment of brief, small exhileration she brought. He knew the addicting adrenaline would be amplified when he saw her today.

happy easter. How'd you sleep?

Fae felt herself smiling dopily as she read the text.

Pretty good., she lied. You?
Excited for the Fair?

terrified.

He answered, though he was smiling a little.

Fae blinked as she read the text.

?, was all she wrote, heart hammering.

never been before. I have no clue what its going to be like

Oh, and the fact he was going with a girl. Which he liked. A lot. But was nonsensically too stubborn to admit for now, even though every marker of his body language betrayed his attempt for secrecy.

Grace flutered over to peek at Fae's screen, grinning cheekily when she saw who it was and waving the others over.

What do you think I'm going to do to you? shoot you? shove you off a high ride?

She texted jokingly, inwardly adding I'm scared too. Could this technically be considered a date? Macha would be there too, but knowing Macha, she would find some way to make sure Fae and Cruz were left alone together.

no. I'm terrified of heights.

He admitted, breathing out a quiet, embarrassed laugh to interrupt the silence of his grey-painted room.

that was hard to admit. Lol.

no worries, then. we don't need to go on the rides. there's plenty more to do, don't worry.

o, i'll go. I'm no wimp he insisted. Of course Cruz had to keep up his "strong" resolve for self-confidence's sake. Well, at least his stubbornness would only pave way for an amusing moment of facing his fears.

Fae shook her head, smiling. Boys., she thought to herself.

suit yourself. There's lot's of candy and a parade comes through with floats. i think you'll like it., she texted back.

awesome. I should get ready, brb. he excused himself, setting his phone facedown on his nightstand while, in a rush of energy, rolled out of bed and lifted up his arms in a full stretch and huge yawn.

Fae shot Grace and the small crowd of eager dragons an exasperated look as she set her phone down. "You guys are impossible, you know that? He's not my boyfriend." Grace batted her eyes coyly, and Fae rolled her eyes with a grin, checking the time. Macha'll be here in about half an hour., she thought. Boy, will she flip when she finds out about this.

Cruz headed towards his dresser and noisily sliding his drawers open to fish out his outfit, deciding on a close-fitting black shirt and a leather jacket and jeans. Once he was clothed, he snatched up his comb off the mess atop his dresser and drew a couple careless draws through his locks.

Well… maybe he should put a little more effort into his appearance…?
He'd never really put much effort into impressive outward appearances… but this was different…

Fae re-brushed her hair, for the fourth time, anxiously pacing up and down. It was almost ten, Macha should be here at any moment. "Oh god…", she muttered. "What if he doesn't like me?"

Ohhh! Please guys, listen to my absolute favorite song right now: To Build A Home by Cinematic Orchestra! So beautiful :') ))

Cruz looked at himself, thinking aloud in a snide mutter. "I look like Elvis Presley." He mumbled. But despite this, and for the sake of his own amusement, he looked back in his narrow human-sized wall mirror and tried the provacative signature hip dance. Then proceeded to gag at himself.

XD ))