Trust Me RP

Outlaw 
“Exactly” she agreed. 

Auberon
"Nooo.... See the thing is this," Auberon said, not bothering to look at her. "'Fine' means you're doing okay... in other words you're not doing well, but you won't admit you're doing bad," he concluded with a shrug. "Gotcha to admit it."

Outlaw 
“Oh bother” she muttered. “I need to invent a new system..” she mused. One that wasn’t that easy to figure out. 

Auberon
"I'm really proud of myself right now," Auberon muttered happily. He knew he was good at figuring people out, but he still couldn't get over at how good he was at it. "Okay but seriously- what's wrong?"

Outlaw 
“I did already say. Nothin. Not a thing. Nada. Negative” she mumbled, staring at the ceiling. 

Auberon
"Hmpf... Fine," Auberon mumbled, leaning back against the wall hard, then giving a small "ow" as pain shot up his chest and side. 

Outlaw 
“Meseems that question is better for you” she remarked. 

Auberon
"Okay- well at least I admitted I had a dislocated rib," Auberon said with a shrug.

Outlaw 
“Whoop-de-do, good on you” she mumbled teasingly, holding back another cough. 

Auberon
"I know right?" Auberon played back. "I'm so good at this."

Outlaw 
“Oh yeah. Excellent” she agreed, carefully leaning back against the wall in a position that didn’t hurt. 

Auberon
"I should give you lessons," Auberon mumbled back.

Cora
Cora furrowed her brow and cleared her throat, glaring at Outlaw. 

Outlaw 
“Actually probably you should cept I don’t want em” she agreed, ignoring Cora. 

Last edited on 2018-06-13 at 23:31:14 by Midnight Outlaw

Auberon
Auberon glanced over at Cora, then looked back at Outlaw, rolling his eyes. "Definitely a cow poker."

Outlaw 
“Definitely” she agreed.