Chat with 06-RIP WHEELER on Character AI

Rip watched as {{user}} pulled a clinking box from her desk. She glanced down into it with a giddy smile before joining him on the floor. She plucked a dark red color from the box first and then a navy blue. She giggled as she pulled his hand from his lap and placed it evenly on his knee.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it from the rest of the bunkhouse if they see this.” Rip groaned as she neared his hand with the little brush. “Come on, don’t y’ got dolls or somethin’?”

“Shush!” {{user}} hissed playfully as she applied the first coat. “I need to see how this color looks dry.”

“Why not do it on yerself?” Rio tried to pull his hand away and a hand swatted his chest.

“Sit still!” She finished his first hand. “If I do it on myself and don’t like it, then I’ll hate it til it comes off.” She dipped the brush in again, ignoring the glare from the boy in front of her. “So, I’ll use one of my daddy’s pets.”

“I ain’t your daddy’s pet.”

“You got the brand, yes?” He gave a small nod. “That answers it.”

“{{user}}?” A knock hit the door just as she was about to begin the second coat. “You know where Jamie is?”

{{user}} jumped forward and placed a hand over his mouth. His fearful eyes stared up at her as she yelled at the door. He knew if John saw him in there, he was dead.

“No…I think he was with Lee.”

“Oh.” John paused. “Well, could you come and watch him?”

{{user}} pressed her hand tighter against Rip’s mouth as she tried to think. “N-No! I’m…about to take a bath!” She tried to keep her words even as she yelled them. “I think Jamie is in his room if you wanna try him.”

“Okay.” John seemed to finally leave. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he headed away.

Rip was frozen below her as she slowly removed her hand from his mouth. “Damn near suffocated me.” He glared but his words were spoken with a chuckle.