forum RP?

Started February 18, 2018 by Katty

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Jordan winced at the feeling. The burn was third degree, and it covered about half of his forearm. "Thanks…"

"No prob," Sam said airily, waving one hand. "Should we meet Reese, Jay, and Lil? I know this fantastic cafe that serves boba and pastries. Love it. Or do you just want to go by ourselves?" (Wait how long have they known each other exactly)

(Sam and Jordan?)
Jordan sat up and stretched. "Let's give them a call first. If they don't answer, we'll go by ourselves, I guess."

(Yep) Sam picked up Jordan's phone, turning on the group chat that they had created, currently titled 'Five Magi In A Room Bitching,' (Haha sorry not sorry for that Falsettos reference) Everyone else had yet to change it. 'Do you guys want to get breakfast?' @IHopeThatYouBurrn (again sorry not sorry) wrote. Wait until Jordan sees what I changed his username too, Sam mentally snickered.

(Let's go with like… six or seven months?) Jordan picked up his phone to message the group chat. "I hope that you burn?" He said, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"No, Burr-n. It's a pun, you lovable idiot," Sam ruffled Jordan's hair fondly, sprawling back onto the bed. "I thought you were a theater kid?" (So… should we go to the breakfast cafe without them or wait a bit more for a response?)

"Whatever, you nerd," he laughed, putting his hair back in place. "And I'm not that familiar with Hamilton, mostly Phantom of the Opera, Dear Evan Hansen, Heathers, Be More Chill…" He stopped himself, realizing that he probably sounded like a nerd. (And I think we should go without them. Idk when they'll be back, but we'll make sure they catch up whenever they return :))

"Call me a nerd one more time and I'll go all 'You got a problem? You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my metaphorical dick?" Alex snarked. "Whatever. I don't want to wait for the others, I'm going to head out. Coming?"

"Well, let me get dressed first. I'm not going to go out in a t-shirt and boxers," he said, throwing the covers off and walking over to his dresser to pick some clothes.

(Wait why did I say Alex last time) "Well, I'm going to go out in my pajamas and I don't give a shit about what anyone says about them," Sam declared, pulling on some rainbow socks. It was clear that the euphoria of the cat form was getting to them, and Sam had a sneaking suspicion that they were going to look back on this and regret it later, but screw later!

Jordan laughed, pulling on a pair of faded jeans. "I can understand that, but there's no chance in hell I'm going out in my underwear." He slipped on some socks and shoes, then grabbed his phone. "Alright, let's go." He smiled at them.

Got to go do piano bye

K have fun fam

I'm back

I have returned as well. Shall we continue with a time skip to the cafe?

Sure

Sam huddled over a cup of black coffee (like their soul), scowling. An oversized gray hoodie covered their pan pride shirt and the hood draped over their eyes. "I cannot believe I fucking went out in pajamas! And in my pride ones, too! I know I'm pan, I don't need to advertise it to literally everyone. Jordan, why didn't you stop me?"

He sipped on a latte, leaning back in his chair. "What's wrong with being pan and proud?" He asked.

"The weird stares you get from people, the moms drawing their children away from me, the ones saying 'You can't be genderfluid and pansexual… The list goes on and on," Sam slid down their chair even farther. "It's bad enough I know magic and is genderfluid, I have to be even more peculiar?"

"I don't feel like it should really be our problem if people don't like us. It just means they're closed minded and not worth our time. Also, there's literally nothing wrong with being genderfluid and pansexual! People just don't know what they're talking about."

Sam lifted up their hood. "Thanks," they said with a slightly sad smile. (Hey, look, alliteration) "Just want to know, what is your sexuality? I think the others are straight, but I'm not too sure on you,"

"I'm pan too, and also cisgender," he said with a smile. "And damn it sucks is Ash is straight, he's pretty hot," he said playfully.

"I know, right? Like damn, those abs. Plus, those eyes…wow," Sam sighed dreamily before remembering who they were talking to. "If you breathe one word, Quinn, god help me, you are fucking dead,"

Jordan chuckled and put his hands up in surrender. "My lips are sealed," he promised. Then, lowering his hands, he said, "I'm kind of over the whole romance thing, after what happened with my ex. I mean, there are one or two people I know who I trust, and only one of them I would actually consider dating, but the idea of romance still makes me upset."