[PRP] Campfire Stories. Without the Fire. [P. Purl + Rev]

[The Semblance of Unity]

Purl giggled at Rev's accurate ghost impression. Well, the filly assumed it was accurate; she had never met any real ghosts herself. She sobered quickly, trying to regain at least a little of her previous poise. "Um, yes, please. We are never to speak of this. My brothers would never let me live it down!" An inelegant snort tried to huff out of Purl's mouth, but she coughed instead. She set about smoothing her hair neatly back into place. Her tail she curled perfectly around her and slowly, Purl began to transform back into the perfect lady she knew she was.

Perfect except for the fact that she kept sneaking glance at the transparent colt next to her. A faint blush still rose in her cheeks. "It's a promise, Rev." She paused briefly. "I'm sure I'm safe with you and your expert ghost techniques, but... perhaps we should do something else besides tell more ghost stories?"

Luafien

alrightttt, I think we are done c: thank you for the rp <3

 

[Luafien]

The little colt shifted, dragging his blanket over to cover Purl as well. A gentleman should always think about the others with him, and the night was still a bit chilly, though not as sinister since their jovial revelations. He smiled at her promise- though his siblings were unlikely to tease him, he still wanted them to think well of him.

“There are plenty better things to do, like truth or dare and s’mores. But um, not cooked.” One hoof reached out to poke at their lantern makeshift-campfire. Yes, those were much better activities, though sure to be much more fun after their little made-up scare.

Ghosts indeed.

The Semblance of Unity

Just ooone more, since something popped into mind!