#purplemacaroons

hE LP

Although she didn’t knew much of the elder pruplette’s experience in the museum, nor did she know of the thoughts that tend to go through her mind; Isabella really enjoyed her company.

So, even the pruplette started dating her elder brother; the brunette couldn’t help but to giggle about this for days and days! It was such an wonderful event for them both, that she attempted not squeal about this and annoy the two for the longest of time.

Though, when the two were able to spend some time with on another, Isabella was excited. She gotten enough time to spend with a close family-friend, and she was happy enough to even call the female pruplette a friend—

That was, until that day.

They just…Relaxing and being…Friends? Yes, friends. And they both were actually having an enjoyable conversation about the upcoming season and their plans —

When it happened.

A car manage to drive off the road, slamming into a patch of black ice, and thrashing both the young woman head on. It was almost eerie. It managed to pin the pruplette against the wall, the brunette only got the right half of her thigh and pelvis smashed.

Agony filled the brunette’s eyes, and when Isabella stared towards the cringing girl, the couldn’t help but to choke on her own pain. Wincing and attempting to move a bit closer towards Garri, her breathing was rash and in pain.

“G-Garri, Oh my God no—” Her breath was hitched, and she couldn’t speak; not anymore. The elder woman’s torso was pinched by the car; a slight red liquid splattered on the green cars’ hood.

Isabella couldn’t even tell if she was still in pain; she was oddly silent, looking towards the brunette with tears burrowing in the corner of her eyes. She was…Sm…Smiling? Even with all of this pain, all of this…Agony that she was going through —

And she was smiling.

Her now white hand barely went up towards Isabella, keeping that bitter-sweet smile on her lips. She couldn’t speak, due to the silent pain was suppress the ability to do so, but from what Isabella could make out—

She was apologizing…

ur a huge butt

You're a nice friend, always accompanying with the other Ib-rpers and it's sometimes nice to see you on my dash rping. Your real name is apparently the female version of my name, or whatsoever.

oH SHIT WHY DIDN’T ANYBODY TELL ME YOU TWO WERE ROLEPLAYING. I HAVE BEEN AWAITING THIS DAY KFDHSJFHS

hi margale owo

Playful response:

Legit Response:

The blonde turned around at the mention of his name. Parting his lips to greet the bluenette he soon found her pressing her own soft, warmer ones with his.  Once she stepped away from him he stood there slightly trembling and unsure. Never one to have give or receive such things, he didn't know what to say. 

"I-. . . I. . . "

He noted her falling gaze and immediately assumed he did something wrong. Cripe. What did Monsieur Red tell him about women? They liked flowers or something? Or was it that chocolate thing he mention? Dear Guertena what does a person do in a situation like this.

"N-now. .  . You need to strip."

Sweet mother of everything was this how humans operated? How disturbing was this. 

do you want mine? c: