forum RP: Cinnamon Rolls [OPEN]

Started August 01, 2018 by @PurplePartyTiger language

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(HAHAHAHA X'D
Oh hi Riverpaw :D )

(KK
Ready?)

(How must we summon you? For future reference.)

(Im Fork Satan. plus i'll be offline for the majority of the coming week cuz of band camp. I'll be on the rest of this weeken tho

yes i'm ready)

(I, unfortunately, will not be on this weekend (I never am, but just letting you know ;)
And hey, I'm the narrator-person or whatever anyway XD )

Tuesday afternoon…the air was stiff, and hot. The roads shimmered, as if a sheet water rippled there, being slowly steamed away by the sun. People hoped the weather would turn and rain would come soon. The heat was making most everyone miserable.

(Alrighty, go ahead and start)

Oliver trudged through the heat, ready to open for the day. His bag swung against his sweaty back as he wove between tall legs and soon to his door. He opened up his restaurant, enjoying the AC, which had just come on, thanks to the income from his ice cream. A brilliant idea from one of his workers.

Daviana didn't show her anger on the surface, but it bubbled under her skin like the asphalt outside. She entered the air-conditioned restaurant that she always visited after practice - not that anybody cared - and sat in her usual seat in a hidden corner, putting her hockey bag and backpack on the seats around her.

A young woman outside glanced at Daviana as she burst into the restaurant, but paid no further attention.

Oliver washed one of his tables peacefully, humming gently. He looked over his shoulder as someone entered. "Hello!"

Daviana focused on her nails, which were done yesterday. They already had a chip. Oh well. She took out her phone and turned it on. She scrolled through her notifications and put it back without a word.

Oliver washed one of his tables peacefully, humming gently. He looked over his shoulder as someone entered. "Hello!"

(Wait, Daviana?)