Video Game High School (Always accepting!)

[Wolfshire]

((I could see demons being pansexual, having no concerns towards one's gender- although in the end, it is a mystery. XD))

[Choptop]

{{Carmelita is completely open. And, no problem! I am glad you're not one of those who get up-tight at GhiraLink shippers. cx I have had so many people say 'Ghirahim doesn't like Link!11!' to me just because I ship them, or believe he's homosexual/bisexual.}}

Carmelita's curly locks wavered in the subtle, cool breeze that whifted throughout the ginormous city in which was titled 'France'.
She tapped her foot impatiently, as if awaiting a response from the still community that shoved themselves away in their homes.

As families got together, she was out patroling on zero amounts of rest and a morsel of food.

[Wolfshire]

((Awhile I don't actively ship it (Like, if I find it, I go 'Hey, cool' and might look at it for a bit- but I don't actively spend my internet time looking for stuff XD) I do like the ship a bit myself. XD I just feel that if it were to actually happen, that it wouldn't be the most healthy of relationships, and/or would be for the most part onesided.))

[Choptop]

{{I can agree that it would be onesided--for the beginning on Ghirahim's part, anyways. cx}}

[Wolfshire]

((XD Yeah, I don't think Link would be 100% open to being in a relationship with someone who has tried to kill him for most of the game, as well as sacrifice his best friend. We probably should move this conversation to private chat if we're gonna continue it, though- since we might end up flooding the rp with just OOC posts at this rate. XD

[Choptop]

{{Yer. PM me if you're up to carry on the chat. ouo}}
Carmelita flicked her optics around wearily, spotting a nearby coffee shop that had all-night hours.
She didn't want to drift away or leave her police duties unattended, but decided to take a minature break to gather strength.

The foxen furry swiveled her curvaceous hips as she strode at an average pace, pulling at the metalic handle and slipping through the glass door-frame.
The worn-out, exhausted teenager boredly asked what she would like. Carmelita, removed her gloves, leaning to one side and pressing all of her weight onto her right leg.
"A medium-roast latte. Go low on the sugar." her voice was a thick, nearly misunderstandable Columbian accent.

[jörmungandr.]

Jak walked into a coffee shop, a small cut on his face and he looked rather not amused. He saw that there was a girl ordering so he sat down at a table, deciding to wait for a couple minutes before he got up and ordered something. Jak put a hand on his forehead momentarily. The first time he actually talked to someone around here and he ended up getting into a small fight. Yea, this place wasn't suiting him very well… his boot made a soft scratchy noise as he moved it across the ground and leaned back, the cut on his face bleeding a bit more than he had expected.

{Mind if I RP with you Ghiraher?}

[Choptop]

{{I do not mind at all!}
Carmelita twitched her sights over her left shoulder, ignoring the new presence.
"Will that be all, ma'm?" questioned the boy behind the countertop, being a silver ferret with platinum blonde, scruffly hair.

"Yes, it would." replied the cop, shelling out some spare change and heading to a deserted booth.

[jörmungandr.]

Jak stood again when the girl left the counter. He sighed slightly and made his way to the counter. He ordered a Espresso, paid the guy at the counter then backed away as he waited for his drink to be made. Jak rubbed some blood off his cheek, he had honestly had way worse injuries before but Jak was still surprised about how much this cut was bleeding. After a moment he took a napkin from a table and pressed it against his cut, soon after he found his gaze wonder then fall upon a girl, he suddenly felt a bit awkward. Only one other costumer in the coffee place and it had to be a girl. It's not like he didn't like the girl, it was just he half wanted to talk to her since she was alone. But first, he was not to good a starting a conversation. He was a bit awkward at it. And second, he was surprisingly not good at talking to girls. He stumbled on words and was never sure what to say. So Jak quickly looked away with a small sigh as the napkin he held soaked up the blood from the cut.

[Choptop]

The femora sighed contently, denim skinny-jeans emitting scuffing noises as she shuffled into the leather seat.
The beverage her fingers clung to had puffs of steam lingering from the liquid inside, nearly burning her fingertips.
Carmelita rose a brow in suspicion, noticing streams of blood pouring from the wound on the other furry's cheek.
He was an odd..creature.
Curiosity surged throughout her veins, ears shifting uncomfortably.
"Excuse me, sir..But..Are you alright?"
her voice was smokey, leaning in closer to take a better gander at the scrape.