a simper befalls petal peach lips, the quiet shift of eyes with mismatched colors when they settle upon the isolated figure. in turn for his words, only a chuckle his granted, before the heavy weight of a pathology study book drops over the surface of the wooden desk.
❛ swee’heart, don’t flatta’ yo’self. here a’ the notes y’ missed. ❜
( he was never really a fan of pet names ) a disgruntled cough follows & he only offers the books a simple glance before he returns his own electric blue eyes to the books & papers still in his hands . inhaling slowly , the only act of gratitude he performs is a quick nod , -------------- ❜ won't you be needing them ? ( he really doesn't need them & he's making a real effort to be polite )
















