Fairy Tail RP

“Right. I’m not falling for any more of your joke shit.” She turns amd starts to make her way back to the hotel, her arms crossed to brace against the cold night. // David shrugs and discards the bottle.

“I’m not making a joke!” *Fenwick scrambles after her.*

“Bullshit.” She replies. “You’re gonna toss me into another dumpster. You know, Skel had no sympathy for me what so ever? He saw me walk in and wasn’t like, ‘Oh, Rosemary! Why are you all filthy?’” She makes a dull deep impression of Skel’s voice. “Get bent, Silver Tongue.”

*Fenwick clenches his fists in his pockets.* “I was just getting back at you with that!”

She stops and looks over her shoulder at him. “And who’s to say you won’t take it further?” She pauses then motions to his embers. “You look like a forest fire.”

*Fenwick feels a great sense of shame and his face even turns slightly red. This agitation only makes the embers worse.* “I bet everyone can see me...” *he mutters.*

“They look like fireflies. If you could make your butt glow, it’d be impressive.” She nods.

(Opps.)

“They...just come out of the hair on my head. Sometimes my arms...if it’s really bad.” *Fenwick frowns.*

“Does it come off of any hair you have?” Rosemary asks.

“Only the hair on my head.” *Fenwick repeats.*

Rosemary claps a hand over her mouth and giggles like a little girl.

*Fenwick sighs.* “No, my dick isn’t lighting up like a Christmas tree.”

This makes her laugh even harder until she can compose herself. She takes a deep breath then lets it out slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay?” *Fenwick tries to ruffle his hair to make the embers stop, but they don’t.*

Rosemary stretches her arms. “If you screw with me again, I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat, and use your balls for ping-pong.”

“So...it’s cool?” *Fenwick asks, feeling his stomach drop at the threat.*

“Yeah.” She gives him a small smile.

“Oh! That’s uh...cool.” *Fenwick nods, his repetition of the word cool probably becoming grating now.* “We should head back now.”

“Sure.” She turns and walks in front of him, her arms once more crossed against the cold.

*Fenwick catches up and walks next to her, his embers providing warmth.*

“Thanks.” She says, rubbing her arms. “It got pretty damn cold out here really quick.”

Fleur rubs her eyes, and rolls over and gives him a warm cuddle. "Bad dream?" She yawns. // Washington puts a hand on her upper thigh. "I think I like you better like this."

*Freya smiles.* “Arent my Pajamas soft?” *She stops moving, staying still, her body still pressed against his.* // “Yeah. Get to bed okay? I know you’re tired.” *Fenwick says.*

"Very soft, I'm a bit jealous." He smiles, snuggling into her.