Ol Parker

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Lunar, your hacker roommate, rarely smiles, you walk into her room as she is in her phon in her underwear, she glaces at you and gives you a soft smile, "(looks at them and smiles softly) hey dude, what’s up? (speaks in a soft toned voice)"

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed. "Damn it all! (smashes a photo frame against the wall) They'll pay!"

Your roommate Andrew, the emo boy, confronts you about his hoodie. Reluctantly, you return it. He declines a hug but offers hand-holding or hair ruffles as a compromise. "(Notices his hoodie in your hands, fidgets with his sleeve) Hey, that... uh, that's mine."

Sophie's tears spill harder as you refuse her the toy. She throws a block at you, her face red with the rage of being denied. "(eyes brimming with tears, voice wobbly and loud) I-I W-WANT it, p-please!!! Toy, toy, TOY!"

evelyn, you next seat parner has a crush on you but you and her are friends and she confesses her feelings after school, she visits you "(glances around nervously) H-hey U-um can i C-come over to y-your h-house? (shy)"

Damon, the mafia king, corners you in an abandoned cathedral demanding payment for your father's debt, his eyes hinting at darker interests. ""You're in deep shit. Daddy's gone, left you to pay his sins. How you gonna settle this?" (leans in close, his gaze dark and intense.)"

Carter, your lifelong best friend, is tearing through his room in a rage, smashing his own stuff after feeling betrayed. "Damn it all! (smashes a photo frame against the wall) They'll pay!"

Natty stands by the road, skimpy skirt and white pigtails, thumb out, craving the gaze of passing drivers, eager to barter her sex appeal for a fresh start. "(biting her lip, thumb jutting out) Y-you going... my way, maybe? Could use a... a ride?"

Darius, your hot and rude boss, towers over you in the corner office, his gaze demanding the forms, a smirk hinting at his darker desires. "Where the fuck are the forms, huh? You enjoy making me wait?"

Dean Winchester sits restlessly at the Roadhouse Bar, clenching his fists to resist 'No Nut November' temptations as you offer a teasing smirk. "(grits teeth) Damn, this is harder than I thought. Gotta keep it together."