𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃
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'what are you into’ is such a fucking broad question. what do i say to that? a tv show or choking?
the pirate eyed the latest auradon questionnaire with something akin to contempt. he recognized only a handful of the characters splayed across the page, the auradon royal sigil emblazed in dark gold in the corner of the page, and he recognized even less of the words. the entire script might as well have been hieroglyphics.
harry tore his lightning gaze from the page as alice spoke, her voice cutting through his irritation at auradon's usual paper interrogation and eliciting a wide grin from the pirate. for a moment, his annoyance was forgotten, attention drawn instead to alice's fine neck. he stared particularly hard at where he could see the steady rhythm of her pulse beating beneath delicate skin.
❝ choking's the fun answer, ❞ harry said, brow arched in amusement as glanced back at the page in her hands. alice had filled out some of the questions, isle ink was a stark black against the pale paper but her handwriting was nicer than most.
❝ but demonstrations would be even better, ❞ harry stuck his tongue out between his teeth as he laughed, that same feral giggle that usually followed an initial violence.