Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27319156-20151101220711/@comment-27235572-20151114050351

Redwolf-regan wrote: MamonoGal1311 meep Calli's ears swiveled when she heard Quinn ask something about produce.

"I...produce? Crap. No baby, I messed up I meant to ask--" Calli didn't finish as she was thrown out of her seat as the train went full throttle in a matter of minutes.

"Who the hex is driving this damn thing!?" Calli snarled from the floor she was now on. "I've seen Raven hijack Baba Yaga's hut with better skill! Damn!"

After she was doen spitting her hostilities she scuttled back onto her seat no longer feeling like she wanted to nap. At least now they were finally getting the show on the road.

"Took the bastards long enough..." Calli growled to herself. She propped her feet up opposite end, beside Quinn and leaned her head against the window. Then she stared at Quinn smirking just a little.

"My German's pretty sloppy. Wouldn't mind some private lessons from you...if your up to it," Calli said, her voice heavy with a sultry flirtatious undertone....that probably sailed over Quinn's innocent head.

Quinn would have asked if Calli was ok, but right as she was about to form and project the question, the speed caught up to her as well, her head whipping into the leather of her seat. "Scheiße!" Quinn muttered under her breath. She wasn't exactly sure about what it meant, but she knew it was something appropriate to say when one got hurt, as the villagers were prone to say the word whenever they stubbed a toe or suffered some other misfortune.

Quinn rubbed her head as soon as the speedy trip evened itself out, gingerly feeling around for the source of the pain. Because of this, she missed the few words her girlfriend utterd that she would have probably described as 'scandalous'. At least, by her mother's standards.

Having finally gotten comfortable in her seat again (and after rubbing the most pained area till it faded), Quinn turned back to Calli, prepared to continue the conversation.

"My German's a bit sloppy.." Quinn listened to these words with a growing excitement, understandably bolstered by the thought of being able to teach someone her native language. "I-I would gladly d-do so!" Quinn gushed, oblivious to the implications of such. "I c-could teach you better t-than the textbooks, and b-besides, the Alastian dialect i-is so lovely!" She would have continued on in her blissfully ignorant manner, but the train abruptly ceased to move.

"W-We've reached our destination a-already?" Quinn asked, surprised. "Huh. N-Never would have expected t-that." She quickly got out of her seat and retrieved her luggage that she had stored underneath her chair (she was too short to reach the overhead compartment). "A-Are you coming?" Quinn inquired, pulling on gloves instead of her cozy mittens.