perma open rp post (call me out/picture prompt/any prompt)

[unversed]

★ pick someone you want to play with and put it in the subject.
★ feel free to request if you don't see 'em on the list. (muse strength may vary)
★ leave any prompt: images, lyrics, texts, etc.
★ feeling uninspired? no worries, i got you bro.
★ have fun!
★ fyi "late" doesn't exist.

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[deportment]

Language.

[it's a halfhearted chiding, as she blinks herself awake and shifts out of his way. reaching up, maribelle begins the lengthy process of unfastening her hair from the many clips and curlers that hold it in place during the night.

...wait, did he say tea? her morning tea? sure enough, there's the tea set laid out ready. oh, the sweet boy. she heaves a small sigh, but there's a smile behind it.]

Well, there's nothing else for it then, is there? Now that I am awake, you'll just have to join me.

[and she moves to the table, gesturing for him to fetch himself an extra chair from the other side of the tent. chop chop, now.]

[woobies]

[ a tiny hideous flush warms his cheeks at her smile and he grumbles a little, something about "didn't wanna wake ya, the stupid staff was in the way" while he goes to get the extra chair. he drags it over to the table, sitting down properly but still kind of maintaining his thuggish slouch. ]

Sorry, Ma.

[deportment]

Think nothing of it, dear.

[he does look precious when he's embarrassed, even if his posture is terrible. she always keeps spare teacups about; one is placed on the table for him, and it's an act of rare motherly sympathy when maribelle takes the teapot in hand and pours for him, and then for herself.]

Drink up, now. And sit up straight. How has your morning been?

[a casual sip.]