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[2017-07-31 19:33:37 +0000 UTC]
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"My cooking's not that bad!"
"Don't feed it to the dog!"
Independent Roleplay Ac for Nyo England
Please comment here ooc and ic only to kttp my page clean!
Thank you!
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"But I would never feed something like that to un chien!" He said, but then sighed and went up to hug her, tightly of course. "Of course I can cook you something, if you'd like."
|| ooc: im tossing him to you good luck ||
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The English woman tensed when he gave her a hug, only carefully lifting her hands to awkwardly pat his back. "I don't mean to come off... rude but I am not sure I will like... uhm.. French plates." Of coarse she was a little wary of trying something he had to make. She could only wonder what he could put into it.
ooc.
I happily accept him with open arms
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||OOC: oh gOOD ||
"Very well, perhaps I will attempt to cook something you like, mhmm?" He closed his eyes, swaying so very gently as he held her in her embrace. He smelled of flowers, but it was faint and not that strong.
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The dainty little woman's face lit up in a bright color as she started to lightly push him off of her. She did not want to some off as harsh or even brash. Her frail little fingers pushing into his stomach. "If you want something to eat- go get something different. I am okay with my own food."
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"No, come now! I'll master your silly English kitchen and you'll be impressionné!" François chuckled, now determined to do so. But not before letting go. He wasn't in the mood to let go of such a nice warm hug. Recently his days had been rather gloomy and depressing, and if he was going to be honest even the company of the English woman was the perfect cure. "How would you feel if I just stopped by your place for the night?" He asked, his blue eyes trying to read her emerald eyes.
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The woman avoided all eye-contact possible, letting her eyes fall off to her feet as a further blush rose to her cheeks. Pale skin was almost lit up like Christmas with all the red that decorated her. "For the night?" She asked, a tad confused. "Do you mean just for dinner, or the whole night?" She asked carefully, her voice surprisingly never wavering from that monotone voice, just above a whisper.
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"Well I was thinking for the night, but if you prefer to be left alone then I can go back to ma vie misérable." At that he seemed rather upset at the thought of having to go back to his dreary routine. It didn't help that it had been raining nonstop for days on end, with floods in his garden ruining everything. "I can understand if you wouldn't want me around."
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Playing with the hem of her shirt the female let out a short sigh. "You may stay the night, but allow me to prepare the guest room." She replied ever so softly. "I am afraid my last visitor....left a bunch of her trash in there.. I have not been able to get around to... everything." She replied, a small hint of annoyance fluttering through her voice.
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"Oh please, I can clean up. I've had to take care of young nations before, I can clean anything. Please, just go grab ingredients for whatever you'd like for me to make." He gave her cheek a quick kiss before letting go of the hug. My god was she gorgeous....he couldn't help but stare at her for a moment.
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Guinevere's heart stopped for a split moment and she left all of the breath in her lungs. Those soft green optics glittered up at him with fascination. What exactly had pushed him to kiss her cheek? She wondered but if anything it kept that blush present upon her cheeks- even spreading to her ears. "Ah no, you..as a guest; I wish not to ask you to... clean my own abode for me."
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"Then at least allow me to help you! I cannot let such a gorgeous woman as yourself do all the work!" He replied, insisting as usual.
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Guinevere winced and shook her head. "Please no, the lady I raised.. left it an utter mess and I would be very embarrassed to allow you to see such a thing-"
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"I assume you are talking about Amelia, oui?" He chuckled, as he remembered how he had raised Matthieu and how Arthur had raised Alfred (poorly in his opinion). He thought about that for a moment before continuing. "Well, how about I sleep avec toi?" François knew that was a risky question since not many trusted him, but he could care less.
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Guinevere let out a small sigh and nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose. "No matter how many times I tried to teach her the proper educate, or just.... to quiet down.. she never listened." Though what came next surprised the blonde even more. Green eye's widened at the bold request.
"Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly?" She asked, brows furrowed hoping that she hadn't. If anything she would be to embarrassed and flustered to sleep in the same bed as the French man.
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"Worry not, I can sleep on the very edge. You won't even notice me!" In truth he was the.....least attractive person when sleeping. And usually he never even slept in a bed, for 8 out of every 10 mornings he'd wake up on the floor. He tended to fall off often, so she might not even see him the following morning. "But yes, you did hear me correctly."
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Guinevere let out a soft grunt and turned on her heals, her house was not a far walk away from where they stood really. "I refuse to sleep in the same bed as a man that I have no romantic relations with." Her response could of come off as harsh, but she her self was a little wary of the thought really.
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François immediately turned her around, scooping her up into his arms. "Well, I can change that if you'd like." He then placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
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This surprised the female, especially since he'd touched her again. Her body tensed and not to mention, her heart raced. Her cheeks only flooded with color at this, her hands immediately lifting to push him away. Why was he being persistant? Not that she minded. She just felt conflicted, since he treated everyone this way. Right?
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Deciding that wasn't enough, he decided to deepen the kiss, and while still being gentle, he was holding her rather tightly. He held her firmly with one arm as the other gently toyed with her hair.
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Guinevere could still feel her heart pounding in her chest. The color in her cheeks stayed, and spread a tad more throughout her face. Really, being weak frustrated her. If anything, she had no idea how to react other than moving in his grip.
Though she'd pulled away from his kiss and let out a soft whimper like noise.
"Im not a toy." She stated weakly, feeling as if he'd dont this just to toy with her after all.
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His face had turned rather red. "I...I wasn't toying however....but....I suppose I may have over stepped your boundaries." He set her down and sighed. "Apologies mon trésor."
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The female fixed herself up, green orbs darting back down to the ground as she fixed her skirt up and everything else. She grew, quiet not exactlt finding the words to explain how this made her feel. Of corse, a part of her was flustered, anither was even angry, but a mire subtle part curious.
"Lets.. get going.."
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He followed her silently, and not even looking at her. He felt pretty awful for acting the way he did, and really despised that part of himself. "Guinevere....if you do not want me in your house you can just tell me to leave. I don't mind...especially after the way I acted." He really wished he controlled himself more often.
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Guinevere glanced back to the male and raised a brow at him. Oh, how oblivious she was, really. "It's fine." She relied shortly, rubbing her dainty little hands together. She didn't want him to feel bad, or alone. Though she felt awkward, she was quick to push it aside. "You didn't do anything wrong." She piped up again, awkwardly playing with the hem of her shirt again.
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"No no I did. I shouldn't be forcing my feelings on others like that." He sighed as the two got to her house and walked inside.
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The house was nothing to fancy, kind of land really. No flamboyant colors nothing that would catch the eyes really. But this was the way that the female liked to live. "Feelings?" She questioned shutting the door behind the two of them, locking it out of a slight paranoia. "I don't know what you mean by feelings." Turning to him she crossed her arms, brows furrowing as a slight frown formed into her lips. "I mean yes, you kissed me. But it was nothing more than a kiss."
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"I mean that I really like you. Thats what I mean." François seemed to have a serious look on his face. He honestly hated that he was having feelings for someone, but more due in part to what happened with the last lover he had.
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The British woman paused and glanced up to him, fascination once again flickered through those green optics. Rubbing at her eyes from behind her glasses, she only shook her head. "What could you want from someone like me?" She asked, letting out a short sigh.
"I'm sorry, but I am afraid I do not believe you." After all, she was a bit used to having games played against her.
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François sighed. He knew she'd be hard to get, he'd expect no less from her. Of course that meant he'd only work harder to gain both her trust and, hopefully, her love. "And you would take me as someone who casually says 'I love you' to every person he walks by? I feel hurt. I truly care for you....I just...didn't show it before."
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The female simply pushed up her glasses and walked past the male, feeling a little anxious with the situation she let be created. Even then though, she felt bad for so much as brushing off his pronounced feelings, if that is what they really were. To be honest, it would be a lie to say something wasn't there for him either. It was more of, protecting herself, avoiding anything that could cause her harm later. "Oh well uhm... lets.... get to cooking..."
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"Right.... So what will you be teaching me, hm?" He asked as he watched her every action. He wasn't the biggest fan of English cuisine (and honestly you could tell that he was ready to choke) but he'd master it for sure.
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"Yorkshire Pudding." She replied lowly, grabbing the things needed from places all around- setting them down upon the counter. "Is that okay with you? or would you like to do something else?" She asked lowly. Of coarse his opinion still mattered here.
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"It sounds fine to me. Can we agree that all you will do is tell me what to do? I don't trust you around the kitchen." He smirked, teasing her. He knew she could cook (sorta). I mean she was at least better than Arthur, that much was certain.
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This started a little fire in the Brit, and this. This was something he could use to fire the blonde up, she softly swatted at him and let out a small whine. "I swear, you're a bloody bastard!" He'd gotten her to shout for the first time.
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François laughed, this is what he loved to do. Pester her (or Arthur) like that was always fun for him, good or not. "I joke. You are a decent cook. Now, what is the first thing I need to do?"
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yare yare daze.
let me know if you want a re-write
|| for once, Jotaro had his coat off due to the heat of the sun so he only wore a purple singlet neatly fitting a body that surely other guys would envy. Blame his genes.
big muscles can be used for good right?
“Do you need help with that?”
|| he asks with a very careless tone. It didn’t sound too interested. Despite that, his cold eyes seemed to show it.
|| he's watched the her try to lift some boxes and crates and seemed to be struggling with it. So, he couldn’t help but intervene.
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"Gwennie, the dog won't even eat it."
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"Don't tourture me this way-"
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"Please... let me buy you a burger instead."
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ooc. your account looks so familiar, I'm crying
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Tea Time.
If it helps any :'^)
My name is Lyvia and I have roleplayed a lot tbh???? Im many different like groups of roleplayers on here?? Lmao
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ooc. you're B-ite ye?
it's amy XD
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Tea time.
S creaMING
amYYYYY iv missed you hhh
Yesss its meeee
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"But the dog seems to like it and stuff..besides. It probably tastes better than dog food." He pet the small white dog cuddling it some. "Well..at least England doesn't know that ever since i was little..i always gave his food to wild dogs and stole biscuits from the cookie jar and stuff." He gave a blank look at her. "Huh? What's with that face?"
(I am sorry about this lame starter. I woke up early and i am still tired. xP)
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Tea.
Its all good cx I like it a lot anyways!
The English woman furrowed her brows ans aighed before she glanced away and shook her head. "If that dog throws anything uo I hope you know your cleaning it." She replied sternly. She is actually quite frustrated. She put time and effort into the food cooked and yet it seemed he did not like it? Why did she get that trait from her male counter part? Why coukdint she just cook something nice for once? She honestly did not find it fair at all.
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(Oh thank you xD.)
"Can't we just..eat the dog?" He asked still holding the dog for her. It was something he did cause he was from that part of China. Most people treated dogs as pets but he kind of ate them from where he was. "It's white so it is clean." He smiled at her to just look at that priceless reaction but he would place the dog down. "I am just joking..i am not back with aniki yet..so i won't get anything like that from here." He pet the dog in appreciation and since the dog ate the food that was served for him, he wouldn't really eat the dog as thanks. "I think i am just going to eat some burgers from America's place." He shrugged since british food was something he avoided ever since he was little.
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Tea time.
D r ying because im like super late w replies and I kinda just dissapeared from the e a r th.
Guienevere looked at the male in shock. Her poor dog, being offered up to her to cook and eat. Somehow it made her hesrt drop none the less and she grabbed for the dog, bringing it close to her body before she gave the male a soft huff. "No, we will not be eating the dog." She replied plainly, keeping it close.... jt was when he said that he was joking that she was slightly relieved none the less. Stuffing her face within the dogs furr.
"Why wont you eat my food?" She asked softly. "It dose have taste... its not that bad. It can actually be rather nice." Shenreplied. Though that was only her opinion.
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(Oh i see lol.)
"Let's just say i've been visiting the door to the end more times than i could ever count when i ate British food." He replied checking his phone. "My face turned blue and i had to go to the hospital before i died or something..and then i choked on a scone that already tasted like rotten fish and mold." He showed her a picture of the one he took containing a plate of scones. Black from each side. "Looks like they were burnt am i right?" He nudged her a little with a small chuckle. "I think the only thing i survived on was restaurant food and tea."
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sesel.
/ throws this daughter at u
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