Bean's rp

I’m going to be taking a break from indie rp. I’ve kinda just lost a lot of muse for tumblr RPing?

I’m probably gonna do come back with a revamp or somethin. If you wanna continue our threads, I’d love to do them on discord

Charlie feigned surprise at him for even questioning her bold choice of death without dogs. “Imagine how much more of my attention you would have to endure if I couldn’t give some of it to dogs. There would be so much more PDA.” The trail mix memory brought forth a wave of laughter. The email was so unbearably awkward but the best part was that his TA messaged her and asked if it was her fault, which it was. No one was that surprised at it. “In my defense, it was very high in sodium so I was actually doing you a favor if you think about it.” Truthfully, she had tripped and in a very dramatic fall, caused an eruption of trail mix. “It could be. I get to know a few each semester in case I need to plan more pranks on you. Plus, you’re so handsome everyone remembers you.”

Elliot grimaced at the mention of PDA. He loved how affectionate she was, he just didn’t think everyone in the world needed to know. “That’s the point of trail mix, you need salt to be able to retain water, plus when you’re sweating you lose a lot of salt. That’s why there are always people hiking in trail mix commercials.” He didn’t know why he knew these random things, he just did, Elliot was always picked first for trivia teams. “No, no more pranking, In the middle of writing my part of researching trends.” Elliot hoped that she listened because it was a big deal to him. “Gosh, I hope that’s not how my students remember me, that’s embarrassing.”

She let out a giggle at his answer. It was exactly what she expected from him. “Fire is scary. Needless destruction of knowledge is also pretty scary. Just imagine all of the things that I’m sure they figured out but we will never know.” Charlie sighed and took another step forward. “Like deathly allergic? So you’re saying I would have to chose between petting dogs and death?” She made a face to show she was truly considering the idea. Almost immediately, she got distracted seeing some people she knew. “Ooh, five o’clock, former students of your. Turn just like, a smidge towards me if hiding is your vibe at the moment.” She had gotten used to seeing both his students and her classmates. At least they were in different colleges and could actually go out in public together.

Elliot shook his head, why would petting a dog and dying even be comparable? “Oh my god, you can’t really be considering it. Being deathly allergic to something is a not a joke, remember when you spilled the trail mix on the paper’s I was grading? I had to reprint that poor kid's paper for them.” He brought the trail mix events back up every now and again because it was the most ridiculous email he had ever had to send. Elliot turned towards her anyways, “I think you know my former students better than I know my former students, I’m in a lecture hall, I don’t remember a lot of their faces.”

“Yeah, and ‘Jingle Bells’ was written for Thanksgiving so… You could technically have that conversation right after turkey day.” While she knew his life basically revolved around teaching, it was also one of the things that drew her most to him. The way he cared about his students and teaching others was so endearing. “Also, there is that part in your syllabus that says it is subject to change, right? So just add in a section about the commercialization of December. You have like a month to prepare it too.” Charlie glanced up at him and resisted the urge to kiss him again. She’d wait for a time for him to be more embarrassed. “Logistically, I doubt it’s true. Corn syrup is inexpensive and realistic. But I do like the potential extreme commitment.” Her voice trailed off as an idea came into her mind. “Oh! You could assign them each a holiday and make them do a group project where they analyze the spending trends and cross reference them against Christmas or something.” She loved making other people do group projects.

Elliot grinned as he listened to her suggestions, he was always open to the ideas, but so far his lesson plan had been working. He pulled her in closer and hugged her as the line came to a standstill. “What are we doing out when we could be in bed talking about group projects?” He scoffed playfully before returning a kiss on to her cheek. PDA was never Elliot's thing, but when she talked like that, it deserved a kiss. “So what kind of haunted house is this? Clowns, zombies? What’s the popular Halloween thing this year?” Elliot genuinely had no idea, all of the memes and internet fads went way over his head until students explained them to him.

“But Elliot, there hasn’t been another soul on this farm in eighty years!” She spoke in a spooky voice but a big smile was on her lips. He was so cute. “What’s the first most marketable holiday? Christmas?” At first it had definitely been intimidating dating someone so smart but she had come to love the fun facts as much as the person they came from. She leaned against him as they waited. “What else did you find out about haunted houses? That this one is supposed to be the best in the five nearby counties? Or that they almost got shut down for using real blood?” The last one was definitely a lie. She wouldn’t have even stepped foot on the property if they did. 

He rolled his eyes at her spooky voice as he watched a group of what he could only assume were college students walk by. “Of course Christmas is the most marketable holiday. A solid chunk of consumer spending is done more in the next two months than the whole rest of the year. Christmas also puts a fuck ton of money into circulation, big businesses have temporary jobs which fares well for students who are off school. It’s really interesting and a part of me always wishes school was in session so we could have a discussion about it.” Elliot didn’t mean to pop off but he did. It had been a long dry and lonely spell before Charlie came into his life, so though they had been together since the beginning fo the year, he still had a habit of just spewing out all the knowledge he had. “I hope it’s not the blood thing, people can die from that kinda stuff, plus blood dries pretty quick.”

      ‘     𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 around things.    ’     she admitted almost sheepishly. before, it’d been something that she was proud of, but now, the blonde wasn’t sure it was such a good thing as he seemed stunned and she waited for him to say something in return. waiting for his answer, stuck beneath his gaze, gwen felt oddly naked and not in a good way. when he finally answered, she tilted her head and looked at him in confusion.     ‘    is that…. allowed?     ’     he was right, to an extent. saturday’s were not business days. gwen had to think, though, of when the last time something had been hers and hers alone. she loved being able to go out and see him and have something for her own. when she’d had her daughter at eighteen, her world singular world had turned into something shared. sleeping with tripp didn’t hurt anyone.        ‘     if you want to still do this, i’d like that. i like… what we do.     ’

Tripp grinned at her words, she had quite the vocabulary. “I’m sure there’s a clause in HR about it,” Tripp shrugged, it wasn’t that big of a deal if it wasn’t allowed. He was the boss after all. “I mean- do you want to get HR involved in this to make sure it’s allowed on paper?” Tripp would completely understand where she was coming from if she did. “I like what we do too, I’d prefer if my HR and Law Department didn’t know, but whatever you want to do.”