- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- One post per week
- Online Availability
- Changes all the time but I'm around more often than not
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Genres
- Scifi, Crime/detective, supernatural, apocalyptic, horror, magic realism, mystery, historical, Western(at points)
Abele glanced over hesitantly, before he relaxed, relieved the other was dressed before leaving the room. He nodded to the request, deciding to ignore the bad grammar, because to be honest? It didn't really matter; he understood him just fine. So, that was that, and unless needed, he wasn't about to criticize him.
"Yea, yea. You can." He answered, stretching "My mom was making something for you, I think, so you can have that. I think she's making you something involving bread."
"Yea, yea. You can." He answered, stretching "My mom was making something for you, I think, so you can have that. I think she's making you something involving bread."