Role Play Here

Kyrie Rin

She thought for a bit, before answering. "Carrots and cabbages are my favorites," Kyrie stated simply, looking at Rick with her large, brown eyes. "But I'm okay with any vegetable, really. Like I said, I'm not a picky eater."

The Bunny then let out a small giggle, noticing how nervous Rick was becoming. "Calm down, Rick. It's not like I'm the Queen of England." Kyrie smiled, then looked up at the sky, noticing one of the white, fluffy clouds looked a lot like a teddy bear. 

~~

Clydell Gage

He felt the hand urging him to lie down, and he obeyed it. Clydell closed his eyes, letting out a scoff. When he opened the green and silver, he looked at Antoinette. 

"I'm fine," he replied, looking at the ceiling, as if he were studying it. "... I can't believe I was so reckless. I should have been more careful." Clydell then glanced over at Antoinette, a small glare on his face.

"Don't be so worried. It makes you look weak." The Tiger sighed, closing his eyes. "... Thanks, though." 

rick no no u lok much nicer then her! *he retorted with a playful smile and put his hnds in hi pockets fumbleing with the inner lineing of the shorts, and looked up at the k, she had ben lookig up ften maybe he was missing somthingbut the blue sky with a white freckle spotting it there wasent really anything t lok at, son, he could seee the house- well the roof from were he was standig

Kyrie Rin

She let out a small laugh. "I wasn't talking about looks, silly," she smiled, looking back at Rick. "But thanks." It was then that she saw the roof of the House, and a burst of excitement went through her.

"Ooh, ooh~!" Kyrie's grin suddenly grew wider. You could almost see the lightbulb pop out of her head, like in cartoons and comics. "I have an idea. I'll race you to the house!" She then laughed, and without warning, quickly chanted, "Ready, set, go!" 

Without another word, Kyrie began dashing for the House. She was rather fast, despite the fact that her legs weren't exactly long. The wind waltzed with her hair, a smile on her face. She loved the speed, the feeling of running. It made her feel like a bird, soaring through clouds... Except, instead of clouds, she had trees. 

Clydell Gage

When Antoinette came back, Clydell spoke his reply. "Caring about somebody does, indeed, make you weak. In chess, picture yourself as the king piece. Picture everybody else as pawns. You use pawns to move yourself forward, right? And when a pawn is knocked out, it doesn't quite matter, as long as you're still there. Only an idiot would care about the pawn pieces." 

Clydell then let out a sigh. 

rick *he grinned and when sh was far enough away he dropped his pantsand pmorphed picked up the pants wth is mouth and floored it gallopingafter his maidian*

(soor)

rick *he first conumpated running as a horse,faster and would catch up,but then he would win, should he win or lt her win? he was standing there not moveing with a blank stare on his face, until he noticed how far away she was* HEY WAIT *he broke into a stride and ran after, hr the wind brshing arossis face he was unable to hold back his smile*

Kyrie Rin

She had slowed down a bit to save up her energy, and noticed Rick had caught up with her. Kyrie let out a wild grin, looking at him. Her face was simply the Webster's Dictionary definition of happiness.

"Hehe, I didn't think you'd be this fast!" she huffed, looking over at him as they ran. The house was getting closer and closer. "Then again, what else should I expect from a Horse?" She let out a smile, as she turned her head to face forward again, and kept on running, suddenly having a burst of speed.

~~

Clydell Gage

He looked up at the white ceiling, his eyes clouded with thought. "... That's not how I think of most people," he said quietly. "That's what I keep on telling myself. That I don't need anybody else, I only need others for my own selfish acts... I don't know why I keep on telling myself that. But... I don't think I truly believe that."

He scoffed. "I'm a hypocrite, aren't I? I try to say things to make me seem tough, but... ... I'm not a strong person at all." He closed his eyes. "I guess I'm just trying to fool myself." 

rick *if he was in horse form he would toss his ehead nd buck, running was a freedom he enjoyed he was almost ogging, letting her keep her distance, thn, broe into a full sprint catching up quickly and snuck up behind her and jabbed her sides otly, and he let out and lugh, a real laugh*

Kyrie Rin

She let out a small giggle as Rick jabbed her sides, then broke into an even faster sprint. She could see the back door of the house now. Growing faster and faster, she dashed to the door, whipping it open, and sprinted inside. Finally, she stopped before she would run into a piece of furniture. Huffing, Kyrie turned her head to grin at Rick. 

"I totally beat you~!" she chirped, laughing a bit. "Hehe~. That was fun!" 

~~

Clydell Gage

Clydell opened his green and silver eyes, looking at Antoinette when she said he was strong, and not a hypocrite. He let out a small scoff. "Just because somebody goes through something and comes out alive doesn't make them strong," he replied quietly, under his breath. 

"... Why would you help me out, Antoinette?" he asked, after a small pause of silence. "I've just been a jerk to you." 

Antoinette looked at him. Because at least you bother to talk to me. No one else does usually, besides Marcel and he's always busy. Plus, you have been nice to me. You invited me to visit you at work, you trusted me with your history, you talked to me. 

Clydell Gage

He scoffed, sitting up again and crossing his arms, partly because he was a bit annoyed at how Antoinette was right, and partly because it helped deal with the pain shooting through his body. 

"I only invited you to visit me at work because if more people go to the cafe, I'll get a bigger paycheck," Clydell was quick to come up with excuses. "I told you my history because since you told me yours, I'd look like a fool if I didn't spit up mine. And I only talked to you because I was bored." 

Clydell didn't make eye contact with Antoinette, and instead focused forward. That's how you could tell he was lying. His eyes were dead giveaways. 

Clydell Gage

He scoffed, sitting up again and crossing his arms, partly because he was a bit annoyed at how Antoinette was right, and partly because it helped deal with the pain shooting through his body. 

"I only invited you to visit me at work because if more people go to the cafe, I'll get a bigger paycheck," Clydell was quick to come up with excuses. "I told you my history because since you told me yours, I'd look like a fool if I didn't spit up mine. And I only talked to you because I was bored." 

Clydell didn't make eye contact with Antoinette, and instead focused forward. That's how you could tell he was lying. His eyes were dead giveaways. 

Clydell Gage

Clydell let out a small sigh. "Oh, now I've done it," he muttered to himself, getting out of the bed. He winced in pain, almost falling as he struggled to stand up. One of the nurses rushed over to him, urging him to go lie down again. Clydell simply waved them away, saying he'd be back later, and got out of the room as fast as he could. 

Clydell was in the hallway. He glanced down at his clothes, only to notice that the nurses and doctors had changed him into a casual T-shirt and jeans they probably found in his room. Clydell simply prayed that Antoinette hadn't seen him naked. He limped on, looking for Antoinette's room.

Upon reaching her room, Clydell knocked on the door, leaning against it for support. "... Antoinette, open up," he called through the wood quietly, in a soft, almost soothing voice. "I'm... ... I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it." 

Clydell Gage

He stumbled when she opened the door, as he had been leaning against it, and used the wall to support him instead. Clydell looked into her eyes, the green and silver dead serious. 

"I'm not lying because... ... Because..." He let out a sigh. "If I were lying, would I have bothered to come here?" Clydell kept the eye contact, a sincere look on his face. "Look, Antoinette... Sometimes... ... I mean... ... I like you. N-not in that way!" He immediately grew a little red, and his speech became tainted with stutters. "I-I mean... I like you as... A friend. A friend, yeah. I like you. But, sometimes, I'll just act like I don't because... ... I'm weird like that."