SAVAGE BASTARD

    “So.. you’re not anymore? I mean.. I can understand that. It was really about nothing anyway.”

     “No. I still am listening.” Truthfully, he wasn’t; but the last thing he wanted was to be rude. 

     “ Probably that scowl,” Anni replied with a small shrug        and a grin. “Or maybe I just wanted to buy you one.       So–              what’s your poison, big boy?”

      Resting bitchface was his forte; he didn’t need a stranger to tell him that. However, he could let the scowl melt into the smallest upturn of a smile for a pretty woman offering a drink. “Water.”

So I explained to the french community how to rp on tumblr (I made them a 7 word pages tutorial actually) but they all are too afraid to not be able to speak english. Some of them actually have a good level. So yeah, maybe they’ll make a mistake or two but can you, please, like (or reblog) this post if you don’t mind roleplaying with someone whose first language is french? Knowing that they could make some mistakes in english.

      “ You look like you could use a drink.”        It wasn’t entirely a lie. Big, broody        looking guys usually always looked         like they needed a drink. Anni         wouldn’t mind providing.

    “Is that so?” Though it wasn’t in his best interest to drink while in the middle of a job, he supposes he could take a break to accept her offer. “What gave me away?”