he knows how all of these fundraisers went, everyone threw in a little bit ( &. by a little bit it was more than you would have on your every day pocket ) of cash and made themselves feel good for helping a cause that’s not theirs. at the end of the day, they’re all bottom feeders looking to benefit from someone else. he’s taking a break from the praises he’s given, he knows their only to get into his parents good graces.
leaning on the bar as he awaits for his drink, he feels a presence reaching to get their own glass. oceanic hues trail to the person and their is a brief moment of anger that coerces through his frame. he stops it, telling himself that hatred is only self poisoning. they’re last encounter was fast and he didn’t wish to see her again but then again here she was. ❛ ophelia.❜
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