Let's RP
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Thread Topic: Let's RP
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I stared at her, in a vacant way. For the first time in a long time, I couldn't come up with a phrase to describe her. It took me a minute to process what she had asked. "Receipt? Oh, ah, yes. I mean, ah, no. No receipt. Care to keep the change?" My hair fell into my face a little and I whipped my head back to fix it. "I.. I, ah..."
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I gtg bro
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I held back a few giggles. I hadn't ever met someone so interesting before, especially not this early. "Alright, no receipt.. And if you really want, I'll keep it. Or rather, put it in the tip jar." Again, I smiled. I can't remember the last time I smiled so much. "..My break is around one thirty, I hope you'll be free then. I'll call you to remind you." At the same time, my coworker presented the tea. I took it from him, holding it out. "Here's your tea, sir."
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"One thirty! That's grand.. Ah, I think... Yes, I think I'm free. Then again, I'm not really that busy." I gently took the cup and took a swig. A genuine smile etched itself into my face. At that point, I wasn't sure if the tea was actually good, or if it was just me falling head over heels for her. She was real, and she wasn't like them. With a subdued nod, I said, "By the way, my name's Benjamin. Grant. Benjamin Grant."
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talk about love at first sight at a coffee shop
"Oh? That must be another reason as to why you set your time, then, right? To give you something to do." I resisted the urge to lean on the counter again. He seemed to be nice; nicer than most. For a moment, I wondered when I last spoke to someone like him. And I realized I hadn't. "Ah. I'm Phoebe Turner. It's nice to meet you." After I spoke, the man nudged my side, using his head to gesture to the door. A few people were coming in, making their way to the counter. I moved a stray hair out of my eyes, smiling. "So, one thirty, Benjamin?" -
I'm so sorry my f---ing Internet had to be reset :,(
"One thirty!" I agreed, glancing back at the few customers approaching. "See you, ah, Phoebe." I bid her adieu with a gesture of a hat tip, fixed my coat collar up around my neck, and pushed through the few people to get outside. She was different, I thought. A good kind of different. -
I disappeared and you probs won't be back for a while but here?
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It's fine, I didn't get around to responding until now.
Also, omg. You're making me like him even more.
I stood up straight, watching him go. He wasn't like any of the other guys I had spoken to. He had his own mind, and I really was interested in what he had to say. As I took the second costumer of the day's order, I started to wonder what kind of a person he was. He seemed to be fun, and I couldn't help but feel excited for my break. -
I'm honestly falling for my own character and it's awkward as hell.
So after, should we time skip or nah?
The city streets raced with people, and I raced along. Inside, however, I was completely gone. I liked her, probably more than anyone I had met and that baffled me. I was supposed to be void of feeling, to think better, and life was supposed to be maths based. But it wasn't. I liked her, but I wasn't so sure she would like me. -
I feel sexually attracted to a bunch of my girlfriend's characters, and some of them don't even have a specific gender and it's not really awkward if you think about it.
wanna just time skip after this post and get to the beautiful coffee/tea chat
As I thought more about the man- Benjamin- I realized that I had more energy than I thought I'd have. It was so early in the morning, of course, but I was usually too tired to do anything. Especially with the early waking up. That drained a lot out of me. But the idea of talking to someone I had just sold tea to was too interesting to pass up. I smiled to my coworker as we sold as much tea and coffee as we could make at once. -
SAME
WAIT Actually, like, how should we start that though? With a phone call or with them already there?duetothislackofinformationimjustgoingtopostagainbecauseomgifeelawkwardasf---nows---.Imsorry
The day seemed to slow, moreso than usual. Building and drafting ideas for my machines seemed almost like a chore, not unlike most social conventions. And then this Phoebe T was on my mind, still, as the afternoon grinded on. Even the few colleagues I chose to associate with seemed almost giddy at the idea of me acting differently. I didn't bother tell them why I was. -
Actually in 5th/early 6th grade I pretended I was dating a character of Heph's and people made fun of me for it and I told them to f--- off because he was pretty and they weren't.
lele phone call time
After I had finished work, the first thing I did was pull out the piece of paper that had Benjamin's number on it. It wasn't too difficult a task; it had been in my pocket all morning, of course. Waiting. I hadn't seen him, so I decided to call him and see if he was still up for it. Pulling out my phone, I dialed the number and held my phone up to my ear, nibbling my lip. I could only hope he'd pick it up. -
Omg I'm in science class and I just laughed aloud and now everybody is so confused.
The phone rang in the work room. It took me a second to come back into reality, and turn away from the machine I was gutting. It rang for the third time, so with a swift grab I picked it up.
"Ah, ah, yes? Ben here, ah, Professor Ben Grant," my words came out in a mess of awkward stutters. I looked back to the computer system laying about on the floor, to gather some grasp on myself. "Ah, To whom am I speaking to?" -
what were doing laughing in science class
"This is Phoebe.. Phoebe Turner. I was just wondering if you still wanted to come over and get some tea, if it was good enough," I said while trying not to laugh. His stuttering was quite amusing, and I wondered for a moment if he was doing it on purpose. Probably not. "If you're busy, that's fine. Work comes before having tea with strangers, right?" -
Well, our school gives us iPads so, yeah, I was on GTQ
"Ahhh, yes, it was very good. No, I'm not quite busy. I'm just, ah, messing with stuff. I'll be there in a few minutes." I cringed at myself, and wondered why I still tripped over my words like a drunk going down stairs. Shaking my head, I hung up. I pondered if perhaps I should have said goodbye. Then again, I wasn't one for goodbyes.
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