hvymtlgns
Cb! He needs an old man to terrorize
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UniversalLife_
“Hey… why are you avoiding? Did I do something wrong..?”
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@UniversalLife_ "Yeah...yeah." Roger went quiet, the tension between them thick. He turned to leave but felt frozen. "Yumi...I..." He sighed. "Why are you here?"
UniversalLife_
@hvymtlgns “Oh… okay..” she said frowning. She was hurt but nodded. “Sure if that’s what you want.”
act_two
“ Choose. The couch, or the skillet.” Griffin lifted the cast iron skillet. The dead eyed stare she gave him across the kitchen said it all. “ You lied to me. Didn’t you? You said you weren’t going to do that and then you did it anyway. How am I supposed to trust your lying ass now?”
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@act_two See, Roger wanted to play it off as a joke, but seeing that look in her eyes, his smile became a nervous one. "Okay, alright, I see that we have had some...weird miscommunication..." He put up his hands in defense, approaching slowly yet flinching back when that skillet dated to move. "Baby- c'mon- just hear me ou- put the damn kitchenry down girl!" He huffed.
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Cb guys, back from the road trip (: trying to get my muse back y'all slowly but surely
hvymtlgns
Cb guys. I'm trying to get back into roleplaying. Using bots is not ethical so I'm desperately trying to avoid it but man I'm having withdrawals over here <\3
act_two
“ It’s for my lipgloss. “ Griff grinned, showing off her newest craft which happened to be a phallic shaped lipstick bag charm. She grinned and revealed one that was for Roger, too. “ For you, my sweet. Mine is bigger but don’t be jealous.”
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@act_two "Mhm...I admire the creativity, I do, but where did this idea even come from?" Roger quirked a brow, his head tilting slightly. "I know it wasn't from me. 'cause if it was, my feelin's are a little hurt." The pout on his face wasn't genuine, but his curiosity is. "And...melons? What, are you in an anatomy class or somethin'?" He snorted.
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“ Not enough time to get into that right now.” Griffin snickered under her breath. She liked her bag charm. She was going to make a one that was a pair of glorious melons but she chose the first option instead. “ You love me you can’t even be upset about that. I could’ve color coordinated them but I just used what I had.”
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@act_two To say Roger was amused is an understatement. He just stared at her, holding back a very badly hidden grin. "That's...nice, sweetheart. So nice." He pat her chin, bringing her closer by the crook of her neck. Gently but swiftly, of course. "What the f uck is wrong with you?" He sighed, kissing her forehead.
act_two
“ Roger. Why you gotta do me like this? I ran out of concealer, I had a job interview. This hickey makes me look like I got hit with a golf ball …”
hvymtlgns
@act_two "Oh, how you think so little of me, mama," Roger clutched his chest dramatically, nearly falling backwards. / Pulling an Eddie basically LMFAO "I will have you know, I am a VERY good boy. And I will not be sleeping anywhere but beside you tonight. Because might I remind you, you signed up for this nonsense, my sweet," he pouted with a huff. "Must I drop to my knees and beg your forgiveness? Or...stay down there awhile...~"
act_two
“ Stop. Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” Her brow raised. He was up to something she could tell. Just by the way he was looking she could already foresee the mess he was about to make. “ Go do something productive. Stop looking at me, Roger. I mean it.”
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Cb pls here or discord. I am rewatching Sons Of Anarchy and it's making my brain run wild.
Gimme content ppl
hvymtlgns
Cb for Rog content :> I miss him. Hmu on here/discord pls
pbnurses
" woa! woa - careful, you just woke up " vickie was in the room checking on roger's vitals, making sure they were stable whenever roger had eventually stirred awake " are you ok? " she glanced down at her clipboard with a file about roger, basically information about him as a patient
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@pbnurses / this isn't way too late pff wym "Do I look okay?" Despite Roger's attempts at being sarcastic, the pain in his chest and neck forced him to quiet himself. "Shit," the man groaned, lifting his hand to rub his face but wincing and laying it back down. There were far too many needles in his arm, and it was lowkey making him nauseous. "What /happened/?"