Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3058106-20141218213114

Note: This is basically just a story-style roleplay. It's just Ruby at home thinking about the meaning of life and Gan. If you read, enjoy. Maybe. You won't enjoy.

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Ruby was reclining in the arm chair in her living room while grading a few essays. She was mentally banging her head against a wall due to the terrible writing of some of the papers. She only wished that her students would actually read over what they wrote before turning it in for a grade. She kept having to circle the same mistakes over and over again on almost all the papers. After a few minutes, she heard the door slam shut and the loud laughter of her son ring throughout the house. She knew immediately that her grading time was over as soon as he came inside. She put her papers back into a manilla folder and put it on the little stand next to her chair.

Michael, her nine year old son, came running over to her. "Hey, buddy," she said, smiling widely as he came into the living room, covered with dirt. She raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he looked as he did. His father, Emmett walked in afterwards. "What have you two been up to?" she asked her son, but looking over towards her husband.

"Dad took me out to play on the playground!" he exclaimed, excitement in every word he spoke. "And there was all this dirt from the melted snow and rain, and I kind of fell in it a few times." He guiltily glanced down at his feet, not speaking another word.

"That's fine, hon," Ruby said, mussing his hair with her hand. "Just go clean up."

Michael nodded his head and quickly ran upstairs to, most likely, not clean up.

Emmett came over to Ruby and sat down on the arm of the chair she was seated in. "You seem a bit stressed out," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders to give her a little massage.

"It's just all of these essays are terrible," she complained, motioning towards the folder filled with papers. "They make me want to bang my head into a wall." She paused, thinking about what to say next. "Multiple times."

Emmett shook his head and continued trying to massage her back, finding the position of sitting on the arm chair's arm to be a bit awkward. "Get up for a second," he told her. Ruby raised an eyebrow, annoyed at the thought of having to stand up, but she did so. Emmett slid onto the seat of the chair and then patted his lap for her to sit. She sighed and sat down on his lap while he began giving her a massage again. "Your muscles are way too tight to be stressed about only essays," he said as he worked on her shoulders and neck.

"There's just so much else in my life," Ruby said, uncertain of how exactly to word her thoughts.

"Is this about that kid from the chinese restaurant again?" Emmett asked, a bit of frustration in his voice.

"I'm telling you, he has to be, well, you know...," her voice trailed off.

"Just because his name was Mingan doesn't mean he's your son," he said, shaking his head at her. "There's probably tons of other Mingans out there."

"But it's not a common name!" Ruby grumbled.

"Babe, I don't think it's him."

"But he was named after his grandfather!"

"Doesn't mean anything."

Ruby rolled her eyes and felt herself become tenser from the argument. Emmett stopped massaging her shoulders and was instead sitting there with his head on her shoulder and his arms around her waist. She wasn't in the mood anymore to deal with him and his ideas. She swatted at his hands to which he quickly unlocked them from around her, and she stood up to leave.

"Plus, you didn't see him, or his father. They look exactly the same," Ruby stated as she turned back around to face her husband.

"That does not mean -"

Emmett was interrupted before he could finish his sentence as Ruby raised her hand to silence him. "I know what I'm talking about." He didn't say anything as he sat there, watching her and slightly shaking his head in response. "I should talk to him again sometime."

"Don't. You'll scare the poor guy."

"I don't really care." She left the living room, but then came right back to grab the folder of essays. "And I need to finish grading these." Ruby left the room again, heading upstairs to her bedroom to try and concentrate. 