(Hi, just a quick thing, if it's alright with you, could you change the name of the rp? Sorry, it's just my mom checks over my history sometimes, and I'm pretty sure I know how she'd feel about something with lgbt+ in the name. Just to clarify, it doesn't bother me and she doesn't hate it, but she doesn't love it either)
(Okay, yeah, I'll change it.)
(thanks and sorry)
(No, that's quite all right. My mom does the same thing, with the history and all. I'm not even supposed to have a Notebook.ai account. ^~^ (she miraculously doesn't question it, though))
(thank you, I appreciate it. Also as far as my mom knows this is just a site for organizing OCs.
Also, LOVE the new name)
(You're welcome! And I will absolutely use that excuse if you don't mind.)
(lol go ahead. gotta help out our internet pals)
(Yes help all the pals! ^D^
Would you like to continue?)
(yeppers)
Kendall smiled as she watched Brenna take in the cafe. The look of satisfied wonderment on her face was adorable. "Wanna grab a seat? I can go order for us," she offered.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." Brenna told Kendall what she wanted and picked out a private booth near the back of the restaurant.
Kendall headed to the counter to order and waited the five minutes it took for them to fix their drinks. Humming, she took the drinks back to the booth Brenna had chosen. "Here you go," she said, sitting down and handing Brenna her drink.
Brenna took it. "Thanks… uh… I never caught your name."
Kendall blinked. "Oh, how silly of me," she said, with a chuckle. "The name's Kendall, pleased to meet you."
Brenna nodded. "Brenna. Nice to meet you too."
"That's a lovely name," Kendall replied, smiling and taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Thanks." Brenna pawed her hair out of her face and smiled a little.
"So, tell me about yourself," Kendall said, then added. "If you want to."
Brenna shrugged. "There's not much to tell, to be honest. The only special thing is that I was diagnosed with giganticism when I was thirteen. And at twenty I had to start ducking below doorframes."
"I still could have lost you in the club, you know," Kendall said with a chuckle. "I'm a tad short, even compared to the average female. I might not have been able to see past all the other club goers."
Brenna chuckled. "Then just ride around on my shoulders. You'll be bigger than anyone there."
Kendall let out a snort, then covered her mouth, cheeks slightly red. She hated it when she snorted.
"Wouldn't that be a sight to see, we would certainly stand out."
Brenna chuckled at her snort yet decided not to mention it. "Yeah, it certainly would be."
Kendall took another sip of her drink. "So, what do you do? Like, what's your job?" she asked.
Brenna took a gulp. "I run a gym, yet I don't exercise myself. Well, I do sometimes." She shrugged. "What do you do?"
"Well, I work at OZ as a performer in the evenings, and I work at a store at the mall on most weekday afternoons," Kendall replied.