 The Real World; Key West (Roleplay)

Brim- -eyes at her curiously- Are you alright? -she says in a quiet tone-

 

Dovile: "I'm fine. I just have a hot face." She looks up, realising what she just said. "In both ways."

 

Brim? -eyes widen, and feels a tad uncomfortable with the response, so she tries to laugh it off a bit-
Oh. Really?

 

Dovile: "Sorry. Dirty mind."

 

Brim- -scratches back of neck lightly, and looks down at the floor, saying quietly- Well, I guess many guys like that.

 

Dovile: Laughs slightly. "Not where I come from, love!"

 

Brim- -eyes widen and looks into her eyes- Really? What are they like?
-gasps and looses voice-
So yeah....

 

Dovile: "Mostly they like sporty girls, or smart girls, probably so that the girls can make up for their lack of brains. I'm Dovile by the way."

 

Brim- -smiles lightly-
Oh yeah, you got that.
Hi. I like your name.
I'm Brim.

 

Dovile: "Woah. No fair. You stole my future daughter's name! I kill you now."

 

Brim- -covers face and laughs quietly, but then looks at her, face pinched rose-
Really.
-crosses arms-

 

Really?***

 

Dovile: "Well, it was either Brim or Ella-Mei."

 

Brim- -ponders, but says quietly-
Both good choices. But I would really like to live.

 

Saxon
*Quietly reads his copy of Kerrang magazine.*

 

Thorne: *puts on her headphones and listens to Bastille*

 

Dovile: She twirls her electric blue hair, and stares out the window, then at the other passengers. "Mint, anyone?"

 

Brim- -wonders why Dovile even talked to her, aside from the fact that probably she would have been very bored of her anyway, so she sighs, looking at the floor, starting to space out-

 

Diego: sure-looks at her-

 

Thorne: Yes please. *reaches over and takes a mint from Doville* Thanks.

(Yus. She can hear through her headphones)