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Moth
Moth almost got up right away, but he hadn’t eaten anything yet. He found a scone and spread orange marmalade on top, licking the juice off the knife. He got up, savoring the scone with little bites, and followed Ellis at a distance.
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Wilhelm
He sat. The room shifted around them like a snake’s scales. He drank the last of his water and turned to his right.
“Glad we survived this far.” A wry smile creased his face, although it was struggling to take the panic and frustration out of his eyes. “My name is Wilhelm Kemp. Are you all right?”
He nodded to the Spectacles Boy at the same time laying a hand on Wolfgang’s sleeve. The empty seat between the boys had settled at an awkward angle. Not much different from the storm that had occupied it.
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Lois
Lois blinked a few times. “Yes, fine. I’m Lois. Thorne.” The tension had eased a bit now that the dark haired boy had left. He eyed the empty chair, wondering if he should sit closer to make conversation easier. He didn’t move. Instead, he looked at Wilhelm’s friend. “I… I was worried he was going to hit you.”
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
Sorry I can’t tell who Wilhelm was talking to when he asked “are you all right?” If he was talking to Wolf, you can ignore the “yes fine” part
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
It was to Lois.
You know, these RPs are great for catching less than fabulous writing tendencies. XD
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
@elishavet-pidyon Your writing was probably fine I just question myself on everything XD
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
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Wolfgang
They were in danger! He’d said as much! He thrilled with excitement. This was going to be the best school ever! Before he could say as much to his new friend, the boy stood up, banged into him, and walked away. Wolfgang moved to follow him, but someone grabbed his sleeve. Reinhard. Reinhard always grabbed his sleeve when he was about to have an adventure. He turned and found to his surprise that it wasn’t Reinhard. It was Wilhelm. There was another boy that Wilhelm was talking to. The new boy turned to Wolfgang. āIā¦ I was worried he was going to hit you.ā
“Hit me?” Wolfgang asked with open surprise. “Why would he hit me? Reinhard never hit me. Not unless I hit him first.” He spotted a plate of scones and collected three, eating two of them in one bite each. He threw himself back into his chair with the third still in hand. “Besides, if he hit me, I would have wrestled him. I would have won too. I always win when Reinhard and I wrestle. Unless he gets my head stuck.” He ate the other scone. “I told you there was danger,” he said in triumph to Wilhelm. “This is going to be fun!”
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