- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"...I'm not pretending that I don't feel left out, but I get it-- I get it, Max. Don't worry about it. Just sneak me back a beer or two and I'll be happy," the alien grinned, flopping down on the couch to at least give the pretence that he was happy staying there for the remainder of the night, until Maxwell returned from the party. It was what he did most days, anyway, so settling on the couch like this was at least following the behaviour he had shown for years.
"And like you said, one day I might get to go to the market with you, so that's something to look forward to. I don't need to go out to parties, it's probably not a good experience. You come back all exhausted and... nah. I'm fine here-- and you're never going to just leave and abandon me, right? So there's no need for me to worry and get jealous, it's silly. I would like new clothes though. Something... cool, maybe?"
"And like you said, one day I might get to go to the market with you, so that's something to look forward to. I don't need to go out to parties, it's probably not a good experience. You come back all exhausted and... nah. I'm fine here-- and you're never going to just leave and abandon me, right? So there's no need for me to worry and get jealous, it's silly. I would like new clothes though. Something... cool, maybe?"