Jerome's Little Monster My Ginger Puddin' 🃏💋🔪

Closed-Sweet Niece

“Friends, really?!”

"Well, duh! Unless, of course, ya want me to just kill ya right here and right now?"

Closed RP

“Well get used to it.”

“Hmmm, something tells me that I can.” Jerome winks.

“Don’t make me punch you again.”

“Please do!”

She spits in his face, teeth clenched

"Ooh, that was great! Do it again!"

Closed-Sweet Niece

She glares, smacking his wrist away when his hand goes towards her curls. “How’d you find me?”

“Ooh.” Jerome chuckles and skips around you. “I have my ways, doll.”

“Tell me, so I can prevent it from happening again.”

Jerome purrs. “You have an attitude, doll. I like it!”

“Piss off, ginger.”

"Cool it, blondie. We're all friends here. For now."

Closed RP

“Well get used to it.”

“Hmmm, something tells me that I can.” Jerome winks.

“Don’t make me punch you again.”

"Please do!"

Closed-Sweet Niece

She glares, smacking his wrist away when his hand goes towards her curls. “How’d you find me?”

“Ooh.” Jerome chuckles and skips around you. “I have my ways, doll.”

“Tell me, so I can prevent it from happening again.”

Jerome purrs. "You have an attitude, doll. I like it!"

Closed RP

“Well get used to it.”

"Hmmm, something tells me that I can." Jerome winks.

Closed-Sweet Niece

She glares, smacking his wrist away when his hand goes towards her curls. “How’d you find me?”

"Ooh." Jerome chuckles and skips around you. "I have my ways, doll."

“You keep talking, carrot top, and I will use this gun to put a bullet in your brain.”

Jerome chuckles. “Ya really think I’m scared of you and your empty threats? Please.”

She cocks her gun. She looks at it, aiming at his left ankle, then pulling the trigger.

Jerome isn’t so cocky anymore as he collapses to the ground. The bullet tears through his ankle causing him to cry out from the searing pain.

“Don’t underestimate the Latinos.”

Jerome grips his leg and looks up at you. "Fuck, okay. Now help me!"

“You keep talking, carrot top, and I will use this gun to put a bullet in your brain.”

Jerome chuckles. “Ya really think I’m scared of you and your empty threats? Please.”

She cocks her gun. She looks at it, aiming at his left ankle, then pulling the trigger.

Jerome isn't so cocky anymore as he collapses to the ground. The bullet tears through his ankle causing him to cry out from the searing pain.

“You keep talking, carrot top, and I will use this gun to put a bullet in your brain.”

Jerome chuckles. "Ya really think I'm scared of you and your empty threats? Please."