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[#bump!] [DSEVENT:HAUNTED HOUSE] [@ leopold] [START!-]
after the shrilling, piercing alarm wringing the prince’s beauty sleep to a halt and leaving his sweet, pure ears ringing with stoic, white noise of sorts. and it does terrifying wonders on his mind, the loudness nearly murderous and rest assured it will leave his pretty eardrums damaged.
leo sighs.
this school was a joke in itself. i mean, in the dark, haunted murmurings in the walls-- all for fun?
well what did he expect? this crackhouse has juvenile delinquents carrying out their lives amidst royalties like him-- as if they were equal or something horrendous. --even the thought, along with the nonexistent screech hanging in his ear, burns his braincells, depleting his pristine child prodigy fleshy brain.
the walls release an unkind, hostile, animalistic noise and the contained prince freezes up for only a second in the dark. leopold sinclair isn’t afraid of the dark. the infinite blackness didn’t come to any discomfort, not for the lax, ‘too-cool-for-you’ prince leo.
no.
but at a ruffle of sound to his left and a shifting of a body follows, leopold’s valedictorian brain could only think of survival and latch onto the only (hopefully) human. his hands make it’s way to the warm skin of the other and tries to find surface for him to grab on. the only receptive his brain is processing is the need to survive past these sinister walls and into the mad deans room.
oh! so the anonymous has curves- that’s nice to know.
miss. anon’s tee is the only human recognition he has for him to throw his body closer to the feminine safety. and throw he did, and his lips had landed on something soft, plump. he had to smile to himself-- i mean, come on,
theres no shame in a little frisking in the dark.
so he indulges, a second more. his tongue swirls in his mouth, tasting. “wish i had a pretty face and a name to pair up with those sweet lips...”
and this is all done in a whopping few seconds, give it up for leopold charming everyone!