Post by Cry on Feb 14, 2017 14:20:26 GMT
[ Everyone else was doing it, so I thought why not
Pls RP with me ]
"Shit... No...," the small girl muttered as she sat quietly in the dining hall, staring down at the notebook in front of her. She tapped the pencil between her fingers on the table, her other hand holding up her chin as she thought to herself. It was Valentine's Day, and the brunette was trying to write something poetic, but nothing was coming to mind. Should she write about his elegance? How he carried himself? Compare him to things that made her think of him? "This is hard..."
See, Cry wasn't the most romantic person, preferring to flat out tell someone she liked them. Beating around the bush wasn't her thing, but she knew that romancing someone was something that took time. But she was impatient. This was her second to last Valentine's Day gift, and the one she's probably worked the hardest on so far, giving everyone else simple, homemade chocolate candies- She liked to cook, so it wasn't that big of a deal. She didn't want anyone to feel left out, after all, since she was used to being in that place...
"Should I just give up?," she asked herself, furrowing her brows. Even though he was Furniture, he had much more worth than that... To her, at least. "No, no... I can't give up. I gotta do this... Even if I get it to him late." With a huff, she looked back down to the notebook, starting to rap her pencil on the table once again, wracking her brain for ideas to put on the blank, lined paper.
Pls RP with me ]
"Shit... No...," the small girl muttered as she sat quietly in the dining hall, staring down at the notebook in front of her. She tapped the pencil between her fingers on the table, her other hand holding up her chin as she thought to herself. It was Valentine's Day, and the brunette was trying to write something poetic, but nothing was coming to mind. Should she write about his elegance? How he carried himself? Compare him to things that made her think of him? "This is hard..."
See, Cry wasn't the most romantic person, preferring to flat out tell someone she liked them. Beating around the bush wasn't her thing, but she knew that romancing someone was something that took time. But she was impatient. This was her second to last Valentine's Day gift, and the one she's probably worked the hardest on so far, giving everyone else simple, homemade chocolate candies- She liked to cook, so it wasn't that big of a deal. She didn't want anyone to feel left out, after all, since she was used to being in that place...
"Should I just give up?," she asked herself, furrowing her brows. Even though he was Furniture, he had much more worth than that... To her, at least. "No, no... I can't give up. I gotta do this... Even if I get it to him late." With a huff, she looked back down to the notebook, starting to rap her pencil on the table once again, wracking her brain for ideas to put on the blank, lined paper.