both 30 years old, born on the same day at precisely the same millisecond, but she was born in the state of Arizona which does not observe daylight savings time so one could possibly make the (weak) argument that she's an hour older. problematic age gap?
alright alright how about this other chick. she was born orbiting a black hole and due to relativistic effects currently unexplained by established models we are both 14 million years younger than eachother. help me with the ethics of this
mm you’re being such an okay boy for daddy. could be better could be worse. you will receive neither reward nor punishment for your forgettable behavior. that’s my okay boy, keep doing whatever …
little context i just came up with for this below nyehehehe
That's why the rumor was such a surprise.
There's always a rumor going around in campus, and the latest victim has been the handsome, young professor Qi from Art and Humanities. Everyone that attended his class had walked out charmed by his personality and passion for his field and, even if they didn't admit it openly, most his students were a little in love with him. But of course, no one would dare to make a move. For someone so charming, he seemed rather cold when it didn't came to art.
First, an anonymous comment on the school gossip's forum. "I think I saw Mr. Qi with a girl in the cafeteria! Brown hair, shoulder length. Does anyone know who it could be?"
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Then people started paying attention. Turning their heads when the professor walked, gracefully as always, to see if there was anyone waiting for him at the end of the hall. But the mysterious brown-haired girl was never on sight, at least not in obvious places.
"...What grade did you get, Ciella?"
"Yeah, me too. Mr Qi is so strict when it comes to grading..."
"Uh," Ciella looked down at her assignment, a really bad lighting study, and the grade that she definitely hadn't earned. It was like the paper was mocking her, a written reminder of her... unconventional methods. She covered it with her hand, turning to her classmate with a tight smile. "Barely enough to pass."
"Sure he is," She nodded, the lie leaving a bitter aftertaste in her tongue, a taste she carried with her all day.
Ciella gasped softly when she found herself trapped against the bookshelf, her encager moving gracefully, yet deliberate. She didn't turn around, didn't need to — the scent of his cologne invaded her nostrils in a much more subtle greeting.
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"Preparing for the exam?" His voice was a low purr, only for her to hear. Reaching out with his free hand, Rafayel traced the spine of the book she was holding, slowly as if he was reading it with his fingertips.
Ciella didn't answer right away. She closed the book, cradling it to her chest instead. "If you keep this up, they're gonna find out." She didn't dance around it; the warning was clear, direct, too aware of the rumors breathing down their necks to play around much more. She could almost feel the people's gaze on them, waiting for them to lower their guards like predators.
"...Talk?"
"Mm..." Rafayel's hand came to rest on her hip, crouching slightly so his chin would rest on her shoulder, shamelessly affectionate, yet covering her entirely with his body. He wasn't stupid.
"Smart girl. Why don't I take you out of here then? In my office, I want to talk with you."
Rafayel smirked, his fingers curling on her hip and squeezing lightly, letting go after a second and leaving the ghost of his touch on her skin.
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