#{interactions:hayes}

[lukehcnt]

Luke frowned down at his lunch, poking the mysterious looking meat in his salad with his fork. “Is this supposed to be chicken?” He leaned in closer to examine it. “It doesn’t smell like chicken.” The table was littered with his and Hayes’ homework, but Luke had been avoiding his work for the last thirty minutes. “Smell this and tell me what you think.” // @adundas​

[lukehcnt]

“It feels so stuffy in here,” Luke grumbled, undoing another button on his shirt. Not even having bothered to wear a jacket, he knew he was one of the least dressed up men in the room. Still, he felt too put together. “I swear, they design these dress shirts to cut off your circulation!” // @adundas​

[lukehcnt]

“I’m pretty sure that as long as I’m doing something musical, I’m technically studying,” Luke grinned at Hayes as he strummed his guitar. Normally, he was decent at staying focused on his studies, but he’d felt off all day. Maybe it was just the holiday’s. It was the first Christmas he’d spent away from his family in...well, ever. “Got any requests? I could make up a song about you.” // @adundas​