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STATUS: Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up! 11 yrs ago
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Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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Jak’s question brought a smile to his face. Yet, Fionn knew that Reiner was going to be teasing her and asking her questions. He felt somewhat sorry for her, but Reiner would leave her alone once he got the hint that she wasn’t in the mood for his constant prodding. Or maybe he would just continue until he pushed her over the line? Then again, his wife probably wouldn’t allow that. She was a sweet, fair woman, with a smaller smile than her husband. She was meek and quiet, but she was obviously the one who told her husband what and what not to do.
Fionn made his way into the kitchen to hand the milk to his mother as Reiner turned toward Jak. “Hey.” he greeted, giving her one of his trademark grins. “So you’re Jak, eh? How do you know Fionn? Are you his girlfriend?”
”She’s just a friend.” Fionn said in an irritated tone as he left the kitchen.
“Uh huh, sure.” Reiner rolled his eyes. “Then why haven’t you ever mentioned her before? You guys must be secret lovers or something- ow!”
Reiner looked toward his wife, who was glaring at him with her dark brown eyes. Her light brown hair was kept up in a bun, making her expression appear much sterner, especially after having elbowing her husband in his side. “Stop it.” she told him. Then she looked at her husband’s younger brother. “Sorry, Fionn. Your friend must be tired and not want to hear these kinds of things.”
Fionn sighed, rubbing the back of his head. ”It’s no problem, Maria.” he murmured, glancing over at Jak. ”Do you want anything to drink, Jak?”
Reiner chuckled, rubbing his side. “Why, look at Fionn. He’s such a good host.”
“And a good, quiet boy. Unlike someone here.” Maria crossed her arms. “You should be quiet. Let them relax. I don’t think that anyone likes people constantly prodding at them.”
“Fine…” Reiner sighed, turning his gaze back toward the television. “Such a party pooper.”
Fionn laughed nervously, and turned back toward Jak. ”See? I warned you that he was annoying.” he said, and Reiner snorted in annoyance. ”Anyway, referring to my last question… do you want some water? Soda? I think my mom made some lemonade earlier in the day.”
Fionn made his way into the kitchen to hand the milk to his mother as Reiner turned toward Jak. “Hey.” he greeted, giving her one of his trademark grins. “So you’re Jak, eh? How do you know Fionn? Are you his girlfriend?”
”She’s just a friend.” Fionn said in an irritated tone as he left the kitchen.
“Uh huh, sure.” Reiner rolled his eyes. “Then why haven’t you ever mentioned her before? You guys must be secret lovers or something- ow!”
Reiner looked toward his wife, who was glaring at him with her dark brown eyes. Her light brown hair was kept up in a bun, making her expression appear much sterner, especially after having elbowing her husband in his side. “Stop it.” she told him. Then she looked at her husband’s younger brother. “Sorry, Fionn. Your friend must be tired and not want to hear these kinds of things.”
Fionn sighed, rubbing the back of his head. ”It’s no problem, Maria.” he murmured, glancing over at Jak. ”Do you want anything to drink, Jak?”
Reiner chuckled, rubbing his side. “Why, look at Fionn. He’s such a good host.”
“And a good, quiet boy. Unlike someone here.” Maria crossed her arms. “You should be quiet. Let them relax. I don’t think that anyone likes people constantly prodding at them.”
“Fine…” Reiner sighed, turning his gaze back toward the television. “Such a party pooper.”
Fionn laughed nervously, and turned back toward Jak. ”See? I warned you that he was annoying.” he said, and Reiner snorted in annoyance. ”Anyway, referring to my last question… do you want some water? Soda? I think my mom made some lemonade earlier in the day.”
Alrighty then! I'll post in the morning since I have to go to sleep. XD
Cyril probably won't say anything. He'd just completely ignore her and eat his food~
Cyril probably won't say anything. He'd just completely ignore her and eat his food~
Eh, if you want, I can edit that in~
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Fionn was glad that she had agreed to come to his house. He didn’t know any other way to convince her to come over, and he couldn’t just leave her where she was. A small yet meek smile crawled over his lips as he held the umbrella over her. She would get sick if she didn’t go inside soon. Even though Fionn was concerned that Jak’s mother had thrown her out, he was more focused on the fact that he would actually have company at his place. His mother would let her stay of course, especially when she heard her story. His father and brother would probably prod at her, asking stupid questions, most of which would be along the lines of how they met and where. Fionn wasn’t looking toward that at all.
”Let’s go then.” Fionn told her, making his way down the street with the grocery bag in his hand. Jak would be fine in the warmth of his home, albeit she might feel a little uncomfortable. He supposed it would be natural if she was; she would be sleeping somewhere other than her own room, anyway.
It took only a few minutes to get to his home. By the time that they reached the front door, it had begun to rain heavily. Thunder rolled more loudly and lightning cracked across the sky more frequently. This storm is something else… Fionn thought as he opened the door and closed his umbrella. He stepped inside and closed the door behind Jak. ”Mom?” he called, pulling off his rain coat and placing it where it belonged, along with the soaked umbrella.
“Fionn?” his mother popped out from the kitchen, and, upon seeing Jak, smiled. “Oh, who’s your friend?”
”Mom, this is Jak.” Fionn motioned over to the dark-haired teenaged girl beside him. ”She doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night. I was wondering if she could stay here.”
Fionn’s mother remained quiet for a few seconds as she looked at Jak. “Of course. She can’t just stay in the rain.” she said. “Come into the living room. Fionn, go get a towel. The poor girl’s sopping wet.”
Fionn nodded and made his way upstairs. He walked to the bathroom and searched for the thickest towel he could find. After he had found one, he trotted downstairs and handed the towel to Jak. ”That’ll dry you up.” he told her. ”After you dry yourself, you can come to the living room and watch television. My older brother is there with his wife, but don’t mind him. He can get pretty annoying at times.”
Cyril was exhausted. Running around the whole of Trespiano several times left his body screaming in complaint. Even though Naoto’s mother had offered to cook for them, it was an effort to lift a forkful of food up to his lips. All he wanted to do was sleep, and yet, his roaring stomach didn’t allow him to. Keeping his head from falling on the table was a feat in itself, and chewing the food only brought more weariness. He supposed that he shouldn’t complain. Everyone in Naoto’s house had run with him, and they didn’t stop until they had successfully completed the laps. If they hadn’t… who knows what Sonya would have done?
At least he had gotten something in his stomach. The food was warm and delicious, but Cyril didn’t have the energy to eat. All he wanted to do was shower and sleep. Then again, he wondered if he could sleep. He hadn’t been able to sleep much, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep an hour that night, even if his hunger was sated. He continued to toy with his food, sitting at the kitchen table with his chin plopped in one hand.
All of a sudden, Abby piped up from the other room, asking if someone would be able to put some food in her mouth. Is she serious? Cyril thought, tossing her a glance over his shoulder. There was no way that he would get himself off the chair and put food in her mouth as if she was some sort of goddess. Even if he wanted to, he wasn’t sure if his legs would be able to carry him over to her. His tired eyes dropped back down to his plate of food without a word.
That was when worry started to well up in his chest, more than it had before. They were just a group of weak teenagers, most of which had no experience in fighting at all. How were they supposed to go and fight a trained mafia hitman? Could they possibly be charging toward their deaths?
”Let’s go then.” Fionn told her, making his way down the street with the grocery bag in his hand. Jak would be fine in the warmth of his home, albeit she might feel a little uncomfortable. He supposed it would be natural if she was; she would be sleeping somewhere other than her own room, anyway.
It took only a few minutes to get to his home. By the time that they reached the front door, it had begun to rain heavily. Thunder rolled more loudly and lightning cracked across the sky more frequently. This storm is something else… Fionn thought as he opened the door and closed his umbrella. He stepped inside and closed the door behind Jak. ”Mom?” he called, pulling off his rain coat and placing it where it belonged, along with the soaked umbrella.
“Fionn?” his mother popped out from the kitchen, and, upon seeing Jak, smiled. “Oh, who’s your friend?”
”Mom, this is Jak.” Fionn motioned over to the dark-haired teenaged girl beside him. ”She doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night. I was wondering if she could stay here.”
Fionn’s mother remained quiet for a few seconds as she looked at Jak. “Of course. She can’t just stay in the rain.” she said. “Come into the living room. Fionn, go get a towel. The poor girl’s sopping wet.”
Fionn nodded and made his way upstairs. He walked to the bathroom and searched for the thickest towel he could find. After he had found one, he trotted downstairs and handed the towel to Jak. ”That’ll dry you up.” he told her. ”After you dry yourself, you can come to the living room and watch television. My older brother is there with his wife, but don’t mind him. He can get pretty annoying at times.”
Cyril was exhausted. Running around the whole of Trespiano several times left his body screaming in complaint. Even though Naoto’s mother had offered to cook for them, it was an effort to lift a forkful of food up to his lips. All he wanted to do was sleep, and yet, his roaring stomach didn’t allow him to. Keeping his head from falling on the table was a feat in itself, and chewing the food only brought more weariness. He supposed that he shouldn’t complain. Everyone in Naoto’s house had run with him, and they didn’t stop until they had successfully completed the laps. If they hadn’t… who knows what Sonya would have done?
At least he had gotten something in his stomach. The food was warm and delicious, but Cyril didn’t have the energy to eat. All he wanted to do was shower and sleep. Then again, he wondered if he could sleep. He hadn’t been able to sleep much, and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to sleep an hour that night, even if his hunger was sated. He continued to toy with his food, sitting at the kitchen table with his chin plopped in one hand.
All of a sudden, Abby piped up from the other room, asking if someone would be able to put some food in her mouth. Is she serious? Cyril thought, tossing her a glance over his shoulder. There was no way that he would get himself off the chair and put food in her mouth as if she was some sort of goddess. Even if he wanted to, he wasn’t sure if his legs would be able to carry him over to her. His tired eyes dropped back down to his plate of food without a word.
That was when worry started to well up in his chest, more than it had before. They were just a group of weak teenagers, most of which had no experience in fighting at all. How were they supposed to go and fight a trained mafia hitman? Could they possibly be charging toward their deaths?
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Rain I'm gonna drag Jak to Fionn's house if you don't mind in order to avoid having nothing to post.
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