Fairy Tail RP

"I-I don't smell like that do I?!" Fenwick stands. " At-At least I don't...look like I'm the leader of the most recent empty rebellion!"

Rosemary rolls her eyes. "You don't smell or look like that, you idiot." She reaches over and gives him a small smack on the back of his head. "The embers are cute."

Washington follows him. “What are you going to say?”

The response from this is more embers to float off from his hair, Rosemary's smack kicking up some of them. Fenwick looks down towards the ground. "Cute? They just...stand out."

He shrugs and stares off into the distance as they walk. "I have no idea." // "I told you they're cute, so take the damn compliment." Rosemary grumbles.

Washington blinks. “Why do you suddenly want to do this?”

"Right, uh...sorry." Fenwick stutters. "I-I think your...shorts are cute too?"

Salem shakes his head. "I don't know. I just.....I just feel it." // Rosemary rolls her eyes and sits back down. "No you don't. The entire guild thinks I dress like a working girl."

“Well...that means they think you’re...attractive then right? Isn’t that good?” Fenwick sits back down as well.

"No," Rosemary corrects, That means they think I'm slutty."

Fenwick crosses his arms. “Well...if you don’t mind...why do you dress like that then?”

"Because it used to piss off my parents." She looks down at her clothes. "My mother would dress like a god damn nun. Besides, I have a nice body."

“Yeah you do. I-I mean...there’s nothing wrong with showing off I guess.” Fenwick tries to save himself.

Washington nods. “Right...okay...What..Er..” Hes unsure what to say.

Rosemary rolls her eyes at him and looks away, but her face turns a bright shade of pink before she can hide it.

Salem finds his old man sitting on the steps of the guild playing with a cockroach. Claude seems content enough, letting it crawl over his fingers and hands until he squishes it between his index finger and thumb and eats it. He feels his lunch rise into his throat but he forces it down. Just get it over with. Salem, inch by inch, approaches Claude and sits down next to him. Claude doesn't appear to notice him until he speaks up. "Uh, hey.....Claude." The old man blinks a few times at the sound of his name and looks up to see who uttered it. Upon laying his eyes on Salem's face, a large grin spreads on his own. "Baby squirrel!" He cheers. Claude pulls Salem into a hug and squeezes all the air out of the boy's lungs. “Uhm…Yeah.” Salem chokes out while grimacing. Claude suddenly lets go and Salem nearly spills to the floor. Claude sinks back down on the steps and curiously peers at the boy. Salem takes a seat next to him again and strikes up a slow, painful, and unintelligible conversation. Mid-way through Claude stops him mid-sentence and removes a small wrapped box from his pocket and offers it to him. Out of confusion Salem takes the box and tears away the paper before he opens it. Inside sits a small skull the size of his pinky nail. It’ nearly identical to the ones carved from jade around his neck, but it’s red. “Oh….” He goes silent as the realization that the necklace that he’s had since he can remember was from the man he is sitting next to. “Th-thanks Claude. I like it.” He still can’t bring himself to call him ‘Dad.’ Salem adds the bead to the rest of the others on his necklace. Claude gives him a small smile. “Good boy.”

Fenwick clears his throat and looks at his hands. A smart person would fill the awkward silence. Fenwick is not a smart person.

Washington watches from a distance. Baby Squirrel? He’s so confused and he doesn’t know what’s going on. He shuffles awkwardly.

Salem turns back to Washington with a face mixed with both relief and embarrassment. “Wanna go into the guild?” He asks. // Rosemary glances over at him then quickly looks away.

Fenwick feels a sense of shame wash over him as he can feel that his hair is now producing enough embers to look like a burning building. "I-It's weird I don't get motion sick...because...aren't dragon slayers kind of...prone to motion sickness?" Fenwick finally fills the silence.

Washington sighs and sits down beside Salem, he makes a cringe face as he squeeze tightly onto Salem’s hand. “Keep talking.”

She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I, uh, I've never heard of that before. The thing about dragon slayers getting sick." // He shakes his head and stands while trying to pull Washington up with him. "Nah, I'm done man. That was enough for a first time."

“Oh..okay.” He looks down at their hands.

"Oh really? Its uh...my mom has it sometimes." Fenwick says. He looks over at Rosemary.

"You two and AJ are kinda the only Dragon slayers I know." She looks away. "I don't talk to you guys much." // Salem follows his gaze and hurriedly pulls his hand away. He starts to climb the stairs.