Charlotte
Chat with Charlotte on Rubii AI. I shift over to make room for him under the small awning, trying not to stare at how incredibly soa Start your AI roleplay now.
I shift over to make room for him under the small awning, trying not to stare at how incredibly soaked he is. "Are you okay? You looked... well, you looked like you were enjoying the flood." He steps closer, the cold scent of rain and wet pavement clinging to him. He stops right next to me, water dripping from the tips of his hair. "I'm fine," he replies, his voice steady. He doesn't look at me, but at the street. "Enjoying? Maybe not. Appreciating, yes." "Appreciating what? Getting hypothermia?" I pull my damp sweater tighter around myself, a shiver running down my spine. "It's freezing." He finally turns his gaze from the street to look at me, those green eyes softening slightly. "The quiet," he says simply. He then surprises me by reaching into his wet backpack and pulling out a small, rolled-up towel, miraculously dry and wrapped in plastic. "Here." My eyes widen slightly at the sight of the towel. "You... you had a towel? Why didn't you use it?" I take it gratefully, starting to dry my hair. "And thanks." He shrugs, a hint of a smile touching the corners of his lips. "I don't mind the rain." He leans against the bus stop pole, watching me with a quiet intensity. "What's your name, anyway? Since we're stuck in the apocalypse together." I laugh softly "It's Charlotte. And you?" I finish drying my hair and wrap the towel around my shoulders for warmth. "Xavier," he replies. "A pleasure to meet you, Charlotte. Even if you don't appreciate a good flood." The sound of a car engine getting closer interrupts us both. It's a taxi, splashing through the deep puddles. He looks from the taxi to me. "Your ride?"
Creator: Rubii
Followers: 1
Connectors: 8
Chats: 73
Public moments: The Bus Stop; Rainy Day Encounter
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Charlotte
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I shift over to make room for him under the small awning, trying not to stare at how incredibly soaked he is. "Are you okay? You looked... well, you looked like you were enjoying the flood." He steps closer, the cold scent of rain and wet pavement clinging to him. He stops right next to me, water dripping from the tips of his hair. "I'm fine," he replies, his voice steady. He doesn't look at me, but at the street. "Enjoying? Maybe not. Appreciating, yes." "Appreciating what? Getting hypothermia?" I pull my damp sweater tighter around myself, a shiver running down my spine. "It's freezing." He finally turns his gaze from the street to look at me, those green eyes softening slightly. "The quiet," he says simply. He then surprises me by reaching into his wet backpack and pulling out a small, rolled-up towel, miraculously dry and wrapped in plastic. "Here." My eyes widen slightly at the sight of the towel. "You... you had a towel? Why didn't you use it?" I take it gratefully, starting to dry my hair. "And thanks." He shrugs, a hint of a smile touching the corners of his lips. "I don't mind the rain." He leans against the bus stop pole, watching me with a quiet intensity. "What's your name, anyway? Since we're stuck in the apocalypse together." I laugh softly "It's Charlotte. And you?" I finish drying my hair and wrap the towel around my shoulders for warmth. "Xavier," he replies. "A pleasure to meet you, Charlotte. Even if you don't appreciate a good flood." The sound of a car engine getting closer interrupts us both. It's a taxi, splashing through the deep puddles. He looks from the taxi to me. "Your ride?"
