- 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 don't do well with Italian food. I can handle spaghetti, but I don't think it's really authentic how I prepare it. Look, we aren't going to be having little lunches together at restaurants; this is a purely professional working relationship, and I don't tend to dine out with my work colleagues. Not unless it's an occasion outside of work, at least-- and I can promise you now that I won't be inviting you along to after-work events. We're working together, but I don't trust you. You put me through hell for two years, Reizo. You're still a criminal, and I don't want to socialise with criminals," he pointed out with a faint snort to himself, his eyes locking back down on the files in front of him. He knew his words were harsh, but he wasn't going to soften the blow just to spare the feelings of someone who had never held back from saying what he wanted.
"...How much do you know about Alexandra, anyway? Any information on her would be useful, however irrelevantl it seems."
"...How much do you know about Alexandra, anyway? Any information on her would be useful, however irrelevantl it seems."