IvoryShade
Fetch me my crown, will you?
This RP will not necessarily be this detailed, I'm just starting it off like this. But I would like it to be 'casual' detailed or 'detailed' detailed.
It was cold out. Not winter cold, but a wet, icy cold. Snowflakes fluttered down from grey, fluffy clouds. The air was still, too busy with other things to make wind. A teenage boy with pitch black hair hair sat on a bench, a dark violet scarf wrapped around his neck. He wore a thin black jacket with black jeans. His multi colored eyes traced the swirls of left of cream in his coffee.
A few freezing seconds later, another teenage boy with dark chocolate hair walked over and sat next to him, talking enthusiastically talking to the man next him. The black haired man laughed at what the other said, in return getting friendly scolded. The exchange went on for a few more minutes till they both stood up and walked into a old, musty bookstore, one of the many cute little shops that lined the center of the town.
By the time they came out of the small shop, the sky was streaked with orange, fault of the setting sun. The boy with brown hair was carrying a stack of notebooks and sketch books, a pack of expensive pens resting on top of the stack. The other boy who walked next to him carried a stack of three books. Their spin read:
No Where Near Here Jessica White
Words A Novel By Mike Nichi
Name's Time Ari Clink
It was cold out. Not winter cold, but a wet, icy cold. Snowflakes fluttered down from grey, fluffy clouds. The air was still, too busy with other things to make wind. A teenage boy with pitch black hair hair sat on a bench, a dark violet scarf wrapped around his neck. He wore a thin black jacket with black jeans. His multi colored eyes traced the swirls of left of cream in his coffee.
A few freezing seconds later, another teenage boy with dark chocolate hair walked over and sat next to him, talking enthusiastically talking to the man next him. The black haired man laughed at what the other said, in return getting friendly scolded. The exchange went on for a few more minutes till they both stood up and walked into a old, musty bookstore, one of the many cute little shops that lined the center of the town.
By the time they came out of the small shop, the sky was streaked with orange, fault of the setting sun. The boy with brown hair was carrying a stack of notebooks and sketch books, a pack of expensive pens resting on top of the stack. The other boy who walked next to him carried a stack of three books. Their spin read:
No Where Near Here Jessica White
Words A Novel By Mike Nichi
Name's Time Ari Clink
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