the s c r i b b l e of his black inked pen came to a hault. his pale features seeming to contort in a very ( unamused ) manner as colombus turns his gaze to the individual now sat beside him at his table. “ i understand that the professor TOLD you to sit here, but could you not sit this close to me ? ”
with a small sigh escaping her lips, dahlia looked up to the ceiling and cursed her luck with assholes. ❝ my bad princess, but our knees were barely touching. ❞ regardless of her opinion on personal space, dahlia scooted her chair further to the right of the boy.














