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“Chloé, I’m being serious! Give-Give it back!” There was a clear note of helpless desperation in his tone as he reached for his sketchbook, trying to get it away from the blonde. He had been drawing in the classroom during the free period, foolishly thinking that hiding out in the back would have been enough to keep him from being bothered as everyone else left to do their own activities. But no, just his luck that he had let his guard down and was drawing his still beloved superhero persona when she walked in.
“He’s not-I’m not-Chloé!” No one could get under his nerves or torment him quite like her. Nathanaël wasn’t one for physical altercations either, but he was about ready to climb her to try and get his sketchbook out of her hands. If she kept waving it around like that all of his loose papers would fall out, and as his worry increased so did the frantic movements of his arms. At least no one else was around to witness such an embarrassing sight.
“S-Stop, please! You’re going to drop it!”
