wardofroe

[wardofroe]

“I don’t KNOWWWWW!” Roe cries out, her body bouncing with laughter, feeling like a sputtering engine, pressing herself further against Julen as she emphatically tries to show him with her hands wildly gesturing her best guess of Lift and Hold…Lift and HOLDDDD, “you just Lift it Upppppp and HOOOOOOLD Itttttt.”

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

Roe’s head falls back against Julen as she lets out a loud snort, “NOOO! I mean like Pick It Up and Hold It…” She manages out between laughter, “I saw somewhere it’s like a Thing that happens and helps take pressure off…” Roe tries to explain a bit, “annnnd I really don’t wanna Peee, right now…”

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

“Wednesday, huh? You got…a hot daaaate?” She teases out a bit, leaning back so she poke under his chin a bit, bloopbloopbloppitybloop, “Tuesday, at 5:45 PM it issssss…” Her voice trailing off as her fingers tap swiftly along her keyboard to lock it in, releasing a labored breath, damn…trying to test out leaning a bit side to side to relieve some of the pressure on her bladder, work with me here Chicken Mc Nugget…her hands finding Julien’s, “…do me a favor, would You? Hold this…for Me…” placing his hands on the sides of her stomach…hoping he could like…Liiiiift the bad boy some and just do her a Solid…

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

“Alreaaaady Ahead of Youuuu…” Roe declares with a half-smile, her fingers already speeeding through the info dump for appointment showings, her finger hovering over the most upcoming dates, “Any of these work for You…?”

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

— CONCLUSION: J&R finish up their shopping and get some well-earned breakfast before getting back on the 🎶 Road Again 🎶 to visit Ji and Lex, seemingly on the same page regarding Maybe Baby Next Steps…if that’s the way the cookie was Crumbling —

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

“Could Be….” Roe deeply sing songs, figuring it had been kinda impending with everyone (feathered and furry especially) all under one little roof, this was meant to have been a Bachelorette Abode, after all…well, circa BJ, anywho…scoooching over some and laying back against Julen, titling the screen a bit back as she goes back to scrolling, figuring he could See…? Where was this ….thing, she probably should’ve saved It…but making a whole Zillow account!? She wasn’t That much of an Adult…come on now, …oh! Shit…was this It. Her eyes squinting a bit as she clicks the link to get some closer looks in, ooooo…maybe this wasn’t butttt…“Wanna check this one out with Me?”

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

This Place isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Us, Smalls (July 7th, 2021)

IN PROGRESS

Roe takes a step back as she swings her damp hands a bit before wiping them on the sides of her sweats turning sideways and lifting her sweatshirt up a bit to just take a little looksieeee on how things were going…over there…okay, okay…Not Too Shabby. Leaning forward to check her teeth, her tongue flicking between her two front teeth. Nice. Nice. Flicking the light off as she makes her way past the open door and into the living room, plopping down and kicking her feet up besides Julen. Quietly checking out what he was doing…or playing, her eyes squinting a bit as she tries to follow along, it all kind of happening quick, fast, and in a hurry. Lightly clapping her hand against her swollen stomach, not a double…entendre? Woorrrrow. Lazily resting her arm across her stomach as she barely stifles a yawn, waiting for a seemingly opportune beat in the Action playing out on the screen, and the lightning, sparkles, doom, oh my! To settle a bit, “…So…I was peruuuuuusing some Houses. On Zilloooow, as One Does…”

[wardofroe]

Roe’s heart skips a beat, or damn well did it feel like it …that sense of Loss from her precious lungs taking a momentary lapse in their duties at her brain doing a emergency pull on all systems go as she realizes Julen…was…Kneeling, aw shitsnacks. Slowly taking in a breath, her lips curling softly upwards as she Listens to him, wow…where did they make him in? A real life build a bear workshop…maybe with a liberal dash of Guinevere influence hold the incestous evil warlock spawn hell bent on world domination and three pumps more endearingly sweet knightly panache ✨ reaching out to grab a bottle of tums, when in Rome, no? And tapping his shoulders twice with the bottle. “Quite the honor, oh most virtuous One. I do hope I will live up to your most errant of Promise and I do humbly accept your courteous oath. You can…riiiiiise.” She doths, with a final shake of the tums, waiting for him to do so before pressing her lips against his, mask for mask. Just like the good ole’ days. Turning over the tums container as she tries to recall…that was probably fine for the eighty percent chance fetus. Looking over the shelves for The Vitamins Dr. Swan had recommended, alongside Julen….no, no…huh….ah-no. Hearing that he had Found It, giving a silent shake of her fist, Huzzah, offering out the top of the cookie container to plop the bad boys on. “What’s next…Breakfast…!?”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe claps her palm thunderously against Julien’s, her lips curling upwards…privately as it were, Masks and All. Tut tut. “In a…gobsmacked this seems like a Lot of Stuff to remember sorta Way,” She replies back, with a quick snap of her fingers for theatrically resonance and…Emphasis. Her gaze panning upwards to the aisle signs finding they were on track to the Vit…amins, or twas it Vite-A-Mins, ah…the age old adage. Pip Pip. Turning to Julen as she makes room for the elderly woman coming out of the aisle, now, there was an Expert if there ever was one…mm, contemplating asking her about the best route before figuring she had other beasts to battle…her head turning to Julen as she offers her phone to him, “But, maybe if I had an assistant…mayhaps?”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe feels Julien’s arm lock around her own, flexing hers a bit — a little taste of the gun show pow pow! — as she moves her eyebrows suggestively — in the exaggerated cartoon sense that was — at him. Wordlessly asking him with her eyes if he liked what he saw hawhaw, yeah….babyyyyy. Reaching out to grab a container of the Cookies but in their Fresh seasonal stylings of the month, “Definitely, First on the List….” She grandly announces, her attention flickering back to the Must Gets and Must Not Haves, “…Vitamin A to Guadalupe….the list of NoNo’s is waaaaay more Robuuuust. Fetus…Feti? Are So High Maintenance….” Walking along with Julien, well, it wasn’t Official yet that’s what was cracking on, but well…when in Rome, snapping her fingers ohohoh, “Granola, can’t forget thaaaaat…”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe twirls her head to the side at the beeping, peering into the mirror, woooof, who pissed in his coffee...pressing her head back against the headrest as she looks for the Tarje from last nightttt, ready for Round Two, copy and pasting the address into Google Maps, as she sings along with Julen until they finally get thereeee. Unclicking her seatbelt as she reaches back to grab her mask and sanitizer hooking it to her belt loop as she slides out of the car through the open door, doing a rolling bow for the curtesy of the gesture, how gentlemenly, hooking her arm around Julen’s as she hears the door lock, putting her mask on and criss cross hopping her way to the doors, drawing her phone out of her pocket to see the lisssst of Essentials Dr. Swann had told her to get into...

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe moves her head from side to side as she feels the contact, fishyyyyy make out on lockkkkkk, oh yeah. Rated G, for Gefilte Fishhhhhh. Fluttering her eyes open to get a better view as she leans over some more to suck up his cheek in a Kirby Style kiss, the bit above his cheek, his eyelid, this was getttting steeeeeamy, babyyy. Finishing off with a few more moist and noisy turkey kisses against his puckeroonis, until the gnawing hunger grips her ohhhhhuuu bouuuuuy, that was gnarly. Drawing back a bit into her seat, lifting their hands up a bit. “Drive on, then, my hunger demands ittttt, Ser Reginaulllllld.”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

“Broooooo,” Roe scoffs out, lifting her sunglasses up with her free hand, was that even a Question, “With lips so kissable? C’mon Broooooooooo. All. Day.” She stands on the point, knocking their hands against the leather to phone the emphasis hommmme, stopping only to close her eyes, puckering her lips out before smacking them together loudly like a fish.

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe stops her scratching as she lets out a low gasp, retracting her hand back and flopping it lightly against her chest, “...Really, Bro?” She gruffly gasps out, yet again, “No fuycking way, Broooo. Me too. Wanna make out or like...Uh, I dunno man, like crush some Yagers down with me, bro? Full hetero.” Moving to grasp the outside of his hand almost like she was preparing for an arm wrestle, flexing her bicep some, or maybe...there were no maybes...dundunnnn...

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

Roe’s forearm rests against Julien’s as her fingers softly intertwine with his, looking over to him with a warm fondness, reaching her other hand out to lightly scratch at his bit of stubbly stub along the side of his face. “Whyyyyy?”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

A hoity musical air swirls out of Roe and into the car, looking daintily, countessily at her fingers as she wiggles them a bit, looking for hm, no? “I don’t see a ring upon my fingah, so, I do believe I’m single as a fine Canadian Nickel, ohohohohoho. I jest.” She cough laughs out feeling the phalagey was that the word do it’s wiggle warble wiggle all the while. Carrying on her mid-century fursona until she catches the look on Julien’s face swatting at his hand playfully, “Kidding, you don’t have to ask me, I’m already pregnant right, where am I running off to?” She jokes a bit again, the material just wrote itself you know, closing her hand into a fist as she lightly bumps her knuckles back against Julien’s, “I know we’re bros, I’m keeeewl with bro’s.”

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”

[wardofroe]

“Apology....accepted.” Roe decides, her knuckles knocking against the leather underneath her, twissssting a bit further to look over at Julien a spark flashing within her eyes, mmmmmm...sucking her bottom lip in a bit as her top protudes outward, flapping a bit as her mmmms get rather more intense and dare I say horse-like, neigh on, neighhhh on, my sun. Leaning in closer to Julien as she trebles out air betwixt her lips a raspberry dangerously closing to landing against his skin, swiftly drawing herself back in Dismay and Shock. “Your Giiiiiirlfriend!? Oh-myyyyy OH-ho-hoooo,” She poshly scoffs out bending her wrist rather exaggeratedly and clapping the top of his outstretched palm as she does so, “I do believe you’ve done the order all wrong, nay nay, before you pump pump, and...dumpeth thine...genetical mahhhterial you must askth me such a grandeur thing first...nOooooO?” She caps off the words with a grand old giggle but not Too Much, mustn’t appear to Boorish, now, shan’t we? Ohohohoho.

Fowl On The Play, Baby! 🐥 [March 24th, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

— 10 P.M. —

Roe softly hums the hmhmhmhmhm...hm! tahmhm...hm...hm, song to herself as she waits for the mystical stick and her pee to do the handshake of powaaaaaa! Baring her teeth in front of the mirror, after sending a text in the group chat with YB and Tash...leaning in a bit closer wagghh, TOMATTO!? what were YOU doing there...so...unsavory of you my good bitch, tch! moving to pluck it out as she nearly earthquake shakes at the aggressive timer tone letting out a deep sigh as her palm claps against her chest. “Holy-mc-fucking shamrock shake!” Whew. Picking the stick up and resisting the urge to shake it, damn Etch a Sketch had its claws buried soooooo deeeeeeep in....uhhhhhhm. PARDÔN!? Bringing the stick closer to her eyes, squinting impossibly smallll as she tries to make the sense make it sense? Was there twins on this thing or was it like...one of those Optical Illllllusssssions, happening right naooooo. Holding in a near gulp of a sound as her cheeks puff up, and her eyes widen. The deep urge to LAUGH overcoming her, like what kind of WattPad....err...nouu, nou, nouuu, nouuuu. Closing her eyes as her pointer fingers shake in the air with each nou. Opening the door, after she opens her eyes, she wasn’t THAT much of a maniac, pshawww, to the bathroom and making her way back in to the NYC apartment listing style of “cozy” if it were a hotel room to see Julen stretched out on the bed. “HI!” She calls out with a bit of a manic hehehehe unintentionally attached to it, holding the ye olde time pregnancy test beside her cheek, “What is the MEANING of thissssssssss, sireeeeee?! Please. Do. Explain. My dear boy.”