Conan Hendrix(asks closed)

Hi everyone ! I just want to let everyone know that ill be signing off for a while. Dont feel like its your fault, because it isnt. Its just personal reasons, and i hope you understand!! I still love everyone and all the fun we had!! So please forgive me. I just need to get back into the bible because i feel that i haven’t been doing it enough lately. Please understand that this isnt permenant!!! this does mean that the blogs @c-hendrixx @william-laurens @saturn-official will all be down for the time being so don’t expect asks on there to be answered!!

Ooc//I saw this and wanted to do this too

--OOC-- {__chat this is exciting__}

“Fredrick. I apologize about what happened with Johnathan. I know he was a very good friend to you. That man should never have shot him.”

I understand, my friend. William was almost shot too.

I can imagine his death would have caused great distress.

I understand, and have felt the same as you.

Things that Would Kill a Continental Army Soldier (Modern Day)

hello dark mode users :)

“Fredrick. I apologize about what happened with Johnathan. I know he was a very good friend to you. That man should never have shot him.”

I understand, my friend. William was almost shot too.

les 🫵🏾

les 🫵🏾

les 🫵🏾

les 🫵🏾

les 🫵🏾

Commas are important, my fellow British friends. Example given:

*Conan looks at his surroundings. Not knowing what to expect from this “United Kingdom”. He sees Henry and scoffs.

Nothing of your concern, of course. Just letting my eyes wander. Do you need anything, sir?

Henry snorted under his breath; he saw right through the frenchmans faux kindness, yet he decided to say nothing. Making enemies never seemed to end well, to be fair, he'd simply have to ask Hamilton what his words meant.

Conan tucks his hair behind his ear before hesitantly shaking the man’s hand.

*Conan didn’t just want to leave this conversation here. He wanted to know more about the redcoats. Sure, he isn’t actually a spy, but he was going to get all the information he could get. For personal use, and for his side of the war.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am," Henry hummed. He was aware he was to be careful when discussing the matters of the British army to others, especially those who seem to have ill intent. Conan didnt particularly strike him as one to have ill intentions, but then again, the French often side with the rebels.

*Conan glares at him but suppresses any anger that could rise into fight.

Henry raises his eyebrow, crossing his arms. He stared at the frenchman with a cocked head.

*He bites his lip before speaking again

Henry furrowed his brow lightly, looking at Conan with a inquisitive glare.

*He wasn’t expecting something so simple. He knew that Henry was just trying to keep his privacy but he expected a bit more than that.

*Conan looks at his surroundings. Not knowing what to expect from this “United Kingdom”. He sees Henry and scoffs.

Nothing of your concern, of course. Just letting my eyes wander. Do you need anything, sir?

Henry snorted under his breath; he saw right through the frenchmans faux kindness, yet he decided to say nothing. Making enemies never seemed to end well, to be fair, he'd simply have to ask Hamilton what his words meant.

Conan tucks his hair behind his ear before hesitantly shaking the man’s hand.

*Conan didn’t just want to leave this conversation here. He wanted to know more about the redcoats. Sure, he isn’t actually a spy, but he was going to get all the information he could get. For personal use, and for his side of the war.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am," Henry hummed. He was aware he was to be careful when discussing the matters of the British army to others, especially those who seem to have ill intent. Conan didnt particularly strike him as one to have ill intentions, but then again, the French often side with the rebels.

*Conan glares at him but suppresses any anger that could rise into fight.

Henry raises his eyebrow, crossing his arms. He stared at the frenchman with a cocked head.

*He bites his lip before speaking again

*Conan looks at his surroundings. Not knowing what to expect from this “United Kingdom”. He sees Henry and scoffs.

Nothing of your concern, of course. Just letting my eyes wander. Do you need anything, sir?

Henry snorted under his breath; he saw right through the frenchmans faux kindness, yet he decided to say nothing. Making enemies never seemed to end well, to be fair, he'd simply have to ask Hamilton what his words meant.

Conan tucks his hair behind his ear before hesitantly shaking the man’s hand.

*Conan didn’t just want to leave this conversation here. He wanted to know more about the redcoats. Sure, he isn’t actually a spy, but he was going to get all the information he could get. For personal use, and for his side of the war.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I am," Henry hummed. He was aware he was to be careful when discussing the matters of the British army to others, especially those who seem to have ill intent. Conan didnt particularly strike him as one to have ill intentions, but then again, the French often side with the rebels.

*Conan glares at him but suppresses any anger that could rise into fight.