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"Alright. Glad it's not raining again," if it had been, that would have made the short walk long. He stood, offering to pull her chair out for her.‏

She allowed him to pull the chair out, then stood with his help. Once the two were out and already walking back towards their home. Yvette paused, staring through the crowd at something that caught her eye before she tugged on camlo's arm "let's go to the store, I think we need a few thing."‏

Okay, what thing?" Camlo blinked at her, following to where she tugged him. Maybe it was another craving thing, she still got those, right? Or maybe he hadn't thought of something the baby needed.‏

Just a few things. Not too important but might as well get them while we're out" she didn't think of something to get, or something they needed. She just needed to wait a while. Or go home a different way‏

But the store's the other way," he protested, still letting her tug him away. He didn't fight her, just wondered if her pregnancy made her delirious, and if that was a complication in itself.‏

‎"Not that store" the store was on the was to the inn. Another place she'd rather avoid right now. Oh she was tired, she just wanted to go back home and sit down.‏

Was there another store he didn't know about? "Okay... do you mean in the city? I could call a cab, or...?"‏

‎Yvette would have answered but a strict voice came from behind them. It was very proper sounding, and it was in French. And it made Yvette freeze.‏

Camlo turned around, unable to distinguish one French person in the crowd, but he narrowed it down to someone right behind them. Assuming it was some heckler, he glared, "Oi, move along, move along, ya?"‏

Yvette looked over her shoulder, frowning with a worried look. There were just a few people that walked up. One seemed to be a body guard. One was a middle aged man with greying black hair and a receded hair line, with some facial hair. He had a very unpleasant air about him. But it was the woman that gave away who they were. She was an almost exact carbon copy of Yvette, though much older. With piercing icy blue eyes. Who also had an unpleasant air about her. The man glared at Camlo, "stand aside gypsy, remove your filth from her."

Yvette belongs to

Camlo belongs to me

Both characters are rped in

Description

Snippet from a short RP with

"Alright. Glad it's not raining again," if it had been, that would have made the short walk long. He stood, offering to pull her chair out for her.‏

She allowed him to pull the chair out, then stood with his help. Once the two were out and already walking back towards their home. Yvette paused, staring through the crowd at something that caught her eye before she tugged on camlo's arm "let's go to the store, I think we need a few thing."‏

Okay, what thing?" Camlo blinked at her, following to where she tugged him. Maybe it was another craving thing, she still got those, right? Or maybe he hadn't thought of something the baby needed.‏

Just a few things. Not too important but might as well get them while we're out" she didn't think of something to get, or something they needed. She just needed to wait a while. Or go home a different way‏

But the store's the other way," he protested, still letting her tug him away. He didn't fight her, just wondered if her pregnancy made her delirious, and if that was a complication in itself.‏

‎"Not that store" the store was on the was to the inn. Another place she'd rather avoid right now. Oh she was tired, she just wanted to go back home and sit down.‏

Was there another store he didn't know about? "Okay... do you mean in the city? I could call a cab, or...?"‏

‎Yvette would have answered but a strict voice came from behind them. It was very proper sounding, and it was in French. And it made Yvette freeze.‏

Camlo turned around, unable to distinguish one French person in the crowd, but he narrowed it down to someone right behind them. Assuming it was some heckler, he glared, "Oi, move along, move along, ya?"‏

Yvette looked over her shoulder, frowning with a worried look. There were just a few people that walked up. One seemed to be a body guard. One was a middle aged man with greying black hair and a receded hair line, with some facial hair. He had a very unpleasant air about him. But it was the woman that gave away who they were. She was an almost exact carbon copy of Yvette, though much older. With piercing icy blue eyes. Who also had an unpleasant air about her. The man glared at Camlo, "stand aside gypsy, remove your filth from her."

Yvette belongs to

Camlo belongs to me

Both characters are rped in