Archived Roleplay:Archived Mika & Rawr's RPs

River and Drew
River: He's sitting by a pond, using a marker to draw all over his arms and legs.

Drew: Sits down next to him and rests his head on his shoulder. Hey cutie.

River: He writes 'Hi' on his wrist and continues his drawing of a bird on his forearm.

Drew: Traces shapes on River's arms what's with the drawings?

River: He shrugs and, continuing from the bird's tail feathers, he starts drawing a picture of two human shapes holding hands.

Drew: Smiles and points to the drawing of the two humans. That's my favourite drawing.

River: He points at a simple drawing of Drew laughing and writes 'Not this one?' on his wrist

Drew: Okay I have two favourites now. Plays with River's hair.

River: He puts down his marker and creates a ball of clay which he starts to play with.

Drew: Hums quietly, still playing with River's hair.

River: He molds the clay into Nikita's face and whispers W-w-who's this?

Drew: Pales slightly when he recognises the face. No-nobody...

River: He slightly tears up Y-you sure?

Drew: Sighs and looks down. I cheated on you with him...

River: He stays silent and looks away from Drew

Drew: Bites his lip and pulls grass out of the ground.

River: He gathers all his belongings and starts to stand up

Drew: Grabs River's arm and stands up. Wait...please.

River: He shakes Drew off and starts walking away.

Drew: Catches up with him and blocks his path. River...please. Just hear me out.

River: ''He slaps Drew. Hard.''

Drew: Rubs his cheek. I did deserve that to be fair.

River: He keeps walking off.

Drew: Calls out. I love you.

River: He pauses and stands there.

Drew: I wouldn't say it unless I meant it River...

River: T-t-t-then why'd you cheat?

Drew: I don't want to get hurt again...

River: He sniffles a little bit and looks back at Drew before shivering in the cold as he forgot his jacket in his cabin.

Mortimus and Taylon
Continued from Mortimus

Mort: He smiles and kisses Taylon again

Taylon: Kisses back, smiling into the kiss.

Mort: He pulls back and grins My room or yours?

Taylon: Hmm...mine. Grins and grabs Mort's hand.

Mort: Once they get to Taylon's room, Mort pushes Taylon onto the bed and starts kissing his neck.

Taylon: Moans softly and tugs at Mort's shirt.

Mort: He slides his hands up Taylon's torso and massages his shoulders while still kissing his neck

Taylon: Arches his back into Mort while moaning.

Mort: He flips them over so he's on the bottom now and starts nibbling Taylon's ear