FT Rebirth Rp

“Date her? Don’t be silly.” Scott replies.

She sighs. "I know how you feel on that one....humans are very strange. I still haven't understood all of their customs and social exchanges."

“Oh...you want to..” He pelvis thrusts into the air.

"I'm human but this culture here is much more lively than what I'm used to." Bryliy shrugs

“You don’t have to be so vulgar!” Scott grimaces.

"It's not vulgar! I'm not the one doing it!" Chris crosses his arms in defense.

“Look! Maaaaybe that’s what I need right now. Nothing serious.”

Aziraphale glances out the door. A small smirk appears on her face. "It is much more lively. Do you have a spell to turn invisible?"

"Even though the last time you were in a relationship was two years ago?" Chris inquires. "Hey, maybe this will be all thrown out the window, because those two are talking to eachother right now."

“Oh god.” Scott puts his hand into his face. “I’m screwed.”

"Maybe we can try to stop them." He says. "Maybe, growing a pair?"

“Hey! I’m very courageous!” Scott says.

"You were stuttering and nearly fainted earlier." Chris speaks. "But..if you say so.." Chris begins to talk back to the guild.

"An invisibly spell? What for?" Bryliy asks

Scott runs over to Bryliy and Azi. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!”

Bryliy blinks a little startled from his sudden appearance. "Nothing? Just talking about magic?"

Chris rubs his forehead. How the hell did he get over there so fast? He walks behind Scott, cringing slightly.

Aziraphale leans back and away from Scott as he bursts forward, all the while grimacing. "What's your problem, Scotty?" She asks.

“You don’t call me that.” Scott glances at her before turning to Bryliy. “You two can’t talk!”

"Wait, Wait. Scott. Wait." Chris puts a hand on his shoulder. "Bad approach, gotta be nicer." He says quietly.

She quietly crouches down and agilely crawls under a table, where she glares at Scott with her ears back and eyes like tiny slits, similar to how a cat would.

Scott sighs. “You’re right.” He shakes his head. “Why don’t we all go to a bar and talk out our differences.”

"Or..." He puts a hand on Scott's shoulder. "A job."

“What, you can’t buy me a few drinks? Wait...I don’t drink.” Scott pouts.

"No, I'm paying for your rent already." He scowls.