Roleplay

The water was still for a moment before coiling around her wrist as a pale greenish white bangle. "Pestilence. Another puzzling match." The horseman stepped forward and knelt in front of the girl. "Greetings Mistress, how should I appear when disguised?"

(xD i think she expected it)

She did her best not to curl up or make to much space up.

Bill grinned.... and shoved her to try and push her off the bed.

"Really good looking," Mabel insisted, grinning.

The horseman stood debating on what type of really good looking she meant, there were lot's of variables to consider. He pursed his lips finally deciding on the boy band variant given that it was the closest to his natural body type. His skin was a fair peachy tone, with a head of messily styled platinum blonde hair. He was lithe compared to his brothers but there was still a bit of defines muscle on his body. His eyes were a bright baby blue, with a cute button nose. His clothes were comprised of something in between showy, and functional. A v-neck green tank top, partnered with a green and white varsity jacket. A little green skull in place of the letter on his chest. He wore a pair of black skinny jeans and green and black Adidas. He looked himself over, "This really good looking?" He asked stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

Mabel's eyes widened to a nearly impossible degree as she nodded speechlessly. "I think you broke her," Dipper teased.

She clearly expected it because she rolled off with easy, wrapping herself in the blanket, taking it with her. She looked like a cozy roll.

The horseman balked gripping her shoulders, "Mistress? Mistress are you alright? I apologize for what ever harm I have caused you!" Angel bit back a snicker, as did the reapers though a small chortle did escape Jack.

"M'fine!" Mabel muttered, shaking off her stupor. "You really did a good job!" She was bright red in the face.

He released a sigh of relief, "I am thankful I did not cause you any harm mistress. Ah what should I be called? Pestilence is a mouthful...it is rude to speak with one's mouth full." He let go of her shoulders returning his hand to his pockets quickly unsure if physical contact was allowed.