Bigger is better(CrackRP with narukami-yura)
Another Spring Day which Yu had almost nothing better to do. Yu was scrolling through his list of contacts and Yura’s name appeared. Yu hadn’t spoken with her in quite sometime and he was rather, eager to speak with her to say the least. With little thought, he sent her a text message.
Hey Yura, it’s another boring day here. You want to come over for lunch and just talk or something? I’ll send the address to my apartment in another text.
Crack RP: Close Enough
It certainly wasn’t a shared bubble bath. No, those kinds of things are the kinds that remain in fantasies and remain there for a reason. In those fantasies, those did not involve anything that would get Reiku killed, maimed or both.
But due to some unknown force acting upon them, they were now in a shared bath. Not a bubble bath. Rather, it was a hot spring, modeled upon the landscape by the will of these unknown beings that seemed to be stronger than the gods. They called them…”muns”.
“Glad you could join me, Lightning,” he remarked as he dipped himself into the hot water. The effect was instantaneous and he found himself getting relaxed. Of course, he wore something. He was hoping that the soothing effect of the springs would overwhelming her annoyance and frustration at the sudden incident.
Crack RP
Bored, the boy stepped into his father’s ever-so-forbidden room while he was away. Curious, he picked up his hat that he left. Before looking around to see if he was there, he placed it on his head and draped his cape around himself lopsidedly.
“I am Haytham, the angry Templar!” He growled, punching his fist into the air.
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Haytham meanwhile had been in his study when he heard a suspicious noise occurring in his room across the hall, and for a moment he pondered if someone had broken in. Arising from his seat he rushes over to the scene of the crime, opening his room to behold—
“I am Haytham, the angry Templar!”
His little boy had donned his hat and cape and was punching his tiny little fists in the air. Blinking, Haytham was unsure on how to react to the boy’s behavior. Do i sound angry that often?
“Connor…” he started before a memory of the few times his father had played with him surfaced.
He smiled mischeviously and said, “The Grandmaster of all the Templars here and in my sights. What ever am I to do?” he tip toed up to the boy and reached out for him, playing along with the little boy’s schemes, “perhaps I’ll don my secret identity. Tickle monsters are said to prey upon Grandmasters!”
Although glad to be far removed from the trouble the din Kefka was making as he argued with Kuja was nonetheless frustrating. He kept his displeasure well concealed, far too used to holding such composure, as was glad the current company he kept was not so loud.
…Were they playing music now too? As if they weren’t creating enough of a racket.
“If they approach see that they are dealt with.”
“TO YOUR POSITIONS…RED THE BLOOD OF ANGRY MEN BLACK THE DARK OF AGES PAST RED THE WORLD ABOUT TO DAWN BLACK THE NIGHT THAT ENDS AT LAST!!”
themercenarywithanagenda replied to your post: “Won’t you accept my fishy chocolate
“Estellise, don’t eat that!”
“O-oh why? Is it because it smells like fish?”
