Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190921044244

(Sorry for not responding earlier, went shopping for BL3)

Theo didn't seem to care about Lulu's increasion of hue, probably because he couldn't see it properly through his tear soaked eyes. He grabbed her and squeezed her tightly in his embrace, his hot tears sliding down both her naked breasts and stomach as he hugged her from behind. His head rested on her shoulder, rubbing their cheeks together in an almost needy motion.

"Lulu-.....I-"

'''KNOCK! KNOCK!'''

"Huh?" Theo said quietly, wiping his tears from his eyes. He tried to move away from Lulu and answer the door, but stopped dead in his tracks when he felt pleasureful motions on his shaft. Confused, he looked down and was reminded about the deed the two have commited. He looked back at Lulu's face and gave an awkward laugh as he finally noticed her crimson coloured face, he scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to think of what he could possibly say.

"So.....Uh, did you sleep well?"

MEANWHILE

"Wotcher Mister!" The Ratatoskr spoke in a very high british and high pitched voice, there was no way this mail boy was above the age of 12, him being half of Kreed's height only supported this theory.

"I've got an important letter to deliver, y'r eyes only appearantly..."

He then grabs at his duffle bag's contents, suspecting that the desired letter would be in his grasp, but alas, it twas not. As he continued rummaging through his statsh of paper and cardboard, he muttered to Kreed "Uh, Just give me a second, gotta fish it out from the rest." When he eventually got a hold of the letter he needed to, he stared at it in astonishment as he held it in his little paws (Are squirrel hands classified as paws? Or something else?)

"Holy cow, thou must be bleedin' special, it's a letter straight from the underlings themselves!"

MEANWHILE

As they boarded the vessel, they heard a voice shout at them from atops the ship's crow nest "Ahoy thar hearties!"

They both looked up and could vaguely make out the far away figure. A ghoulish, green aura surrounded the stranger. Using the yard as a sort of diving board, the figure jumped on it a few times before flinging himself off towards the demon and cu-sith.

Land directly infront of them, Roxy could now make out his appearance. He wore a Tricorn on his smooth skull. A big, black bushy beard that defied the laws of logic placed itself on his flesh face. An eye patch was placed neatly on his left eye. He wore black, leather boots and wore your typical pirate captain getup, but with an abnormal number of flintlocks on hold. His left hand was your streotypical hook hand, and the other was a simple skeleton hand for he had no skin, muscles or organs to speak of. He was just a smooth, clean skeleton.

"Back again, aye Verthatoth?" The ghost pirate chuckled "Who's th' client now? Be it an Orge, 'tis an Orge ain't it?"