Apr 15, 2015
Practice Doesn’t Always Make Perfect
The sound of fabric rearranging underneath a lithe body prompted the Pureblood Prince to lift his gaze to the sofa where his silver-haired lover shifted uncomfortably, eyebrows characteristically shoved downward, lips bent into a well-practiced scowl. There was a book flopped open on his knees which made Kaname shake his head, emitting a quite amused chuckle.
Zero’s eyes shot up instantly and he spat venom like a snake on the defensive: “What’s so funny?”
“It’s nothing,” Kaname responded in kind, not at all fazed by his lover’s outrageous outburst. “It’s just… I don’t think studying will help you at all.”