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“ You’re heavy. ”
Words were quiet and soft, knowing how much of a heavy sleeper Flint tended to be. It was always hard to get him to wake up once he had fallen into a deep sleep. Being the silly jerkface that he was, he decided it would be funny to sit next to her on her bed while she studied, but she barely batted an eye, focussed on the books in her hands and at her side. What did catch her attention, however, was she sudden weight she felt on her lap, the red hair all over his face as he lied himself down to sleep. Her lap wasn’t a pillow, thank you very much. But still, there wasn’t too much that she could do. And the huntress couldn’t say that she didn’t like it, either. The warmth that he always gave off was soothing, even if it was because of his semblance. A pale hand lifted to move red strands from his face, before picking her book up once more to continue studying.
“ Dork. ”
( meme. )
