Can I stay for the night?

        roleplay without that is… well, repetitive… & not very fulfilling to me. 

”If I were an annoying journalist, I would use those words for a headline.” Bittersweet sounding words slipped out of his mouth as soon as he had a quick glance at the situtation. Tobias had traveled from Manchester to attend to this fancy event, even if it was not much of his taste. He didn’t come from a very wealthy family, but ever since he had moved to Europe he had gotten some knockledge of etiquette for this sort of occations. Maybe the way he got in wasn’t with a real invitation, but how he managed to sneak in wasn’t the case right now. “I hope I’m not disturbing you or anything, but could I have a smoke?” Now intrigued, wondering why was this girl who seemed to be part of the important families, standing alone outside.

She raised a brow at his comment before she just shrugged it off. Ronnie couldn’t have cared less even if she tried. Once she finally got a decent look at the guy, she didn’t recognize him and knew he wasn’t from around town. Usually at these events she would at least have her best friend to suffer through it with, but since they were sick she was forced to go solo this time. So she figured some company was better than nothing. “I guess. You can’t be any worse than being in there, ” she nodded her head towards the door that was cracked slightly open. Taking a hit from the joint, she sighed in relief and blew out the smoke from her mouth before she held out the joint for him to take, “What are you doing here anyway?”

Tobias half expecting to be blown off, wasn't disappointed in her complying. He took the joint and took out a lighter from his coat, clearly taking his time in lighting it. "Came here to study the capitalists and their way of socializing. It's fascinating." Chuckling at his own sounding sarcasm. He blew out the smoke he inhaled from the joint before questioning, "why are you out here in the cold? It's November, it's freezing." Stating the obvious, he just wanted to hear her reply. He theorized she was part of a rich family, but was bored of the fancy, chatty men and women from the inside, or she could have any other reason, but her clothes were a dead giveaway.

Standing tall at the entrance of the apartment, not ashamed to say with a smirk, “I thought it would be fascinating to have a family reunion.” Desmond didn’t feel not even a tingle of regret for being how he is. Not even with knowing the fact that he could’ve ruined this girl’s future, because it never bothered or disrupted his high school life. “Am I interrupting something?

Another holiday season meant another year of being forced to attend charity events and galas every other weekend. Which Ronnie had no interest in being at. Although she came from a wealthy family herself, one thing she couldn’t stand was having to fake being a perfect family in a room full of dull, old rich people. It wasn’t even half way through the night before she had enough and slipped out the back door. Taking out a joint and lighter from her Chanel purse, she leaned against the building carefully as to not ruin her designer gown. Ronnie could see her breath in the chilly air but it felt nice after being in that large stuffy room earlier. She hadn’t been paying attention when someone approached her and made her jump slightly. “Holy fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that,” she hissed with a roll of her eyes before even looking to them.

”If I were an annoying journalist, I would use those words for a headline.” Bittersweet sounding words slipped out of his mouth as soon as he had a quick glance at the situtation. Tobias had traveled from Manchester to attend to this fancy event, even if it was not much of his taste. He didn’t come from a very wealthy family, but ever since he had moved to Europe he had gotten some knockledge of etiquette for this sort of occations. Maybe the way he got in wasn’t with a real invitation, but how he managed to sneak in wasn’t the case right now. “I hope I’m not disturbing you or anything, but could I have a smoke?” Now intrigued, wondering why was this girl who seemed to be part of the important families, standing alone outside.

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Sawyer listened with a relieved smiled as she had said it was no big deal, he was grateful, but now he felt like there was a need to start reading, just so he could get closer to her by some sort of mutual liking. Everything strangely sounded like some kind of bittersweet life for Carolina, sometimes she spoke ever so fondly of her job and reading, but then... There was some scraps of information he had caught on, such as roaming around two am in the morning, being in the cold, being ignored as it seemed on first meeting her, reading in a park til so late, being found by her boss in some sort of way/state she didn't mention in, and as now he just heard, sleeping where she worked. He didn't want to call her out for that, and tell her what she should do, but he felt attached and in need of helping her. Now he just felt powerless because he didn't know how much she trusted him or how she looked at him like. He tilted his head a bit as she had changed the topic right after mentioning where she slept, you could see the worry that dwelt within him, his eyes wouldn't leave her for even a split of a second. " My spare time? I... Don't do much, I think laze around in my house, play video games, internet.. Though at times I go out, I really like the nature.               "Maybe he wasn't saying much because he was still concerned, but that was quickly forgotten for a moment when she took his hand. He was wearing that usual worried but it changed to a surprised but friendly look that changed onto a quite happy soft smile that tugged on his lips, " I would be lying if I said I didn't. " He chuckled and kept the smile he had, now he could think that she didn't think so lowly of him. He squeezed her hand just a tiny bit as in a reassuring way, like he agreed, he agreed of this. He did feel attracted towards her, the was something about Folly that got him hooked. Was it the way she smiled? Her ever so easily to daze off eyes? Maybe her humor or how she could easily laugh with him? Her passion for books? The small background he knew of her? He couldn't lay his finger on what it was, but he just knew it was Her. Now he it was alright for him to admit that he was maybe just dying to get to kiss her tonight, maybe even invite her over to his place so she wouldn't need to wander in the dark or a bookstore. He didn't want to lose her, it would be too much punishment to have to say goodbye so soon.

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His concerns were swept away when he noticed how her voice changed and how her whole persona changed mood and showed such a sincere passion for readying and just books themselves. He couldn't help but to smile widely seeing her much more confident and happy now, " Magical indeed. " Cheesy and cliché it would be to say that he hadn't only meant the experience of reading and books, but her as well.

 ”Oh you are so scary, Sawyer!” Brooklyn said, cracking her straight face with a smile. Only to try her hardest to make it straight again. “Heavy armor my ass. I’m not a difficult challenge. You love me and I know it!” She protested. 

" Oh noo! Don't look at me! I'm.. I'm scary! And now you know my deepest and most platonic love I've got for you! I am done! " Sawyer laughed in between his hands, finding it hard to put on the 'oh-so-distraught' act without laughing or grinning as he had tried to speak.