hey all sorry ive been dead for.. a whole lot of days. been so focused on drawing that stupid toilet i forget to write 🥹
heres a snippet of the fic i was writing days ago (the sequel probably)... who knows when itll be done but hey. ive got 600 words might as well continue soon
It's been four whole days since you found those papers in Jean Loo’s cistern, and he hasn't said a word about it since.
Four days since you nearly had a heart attack in your own bathroom reading it. Four days since you smiled like an idiot after finding what was essentially a love confession folded up on your floor. Four days since you've been trying to send him a sign that you are in fact interested in him.
Him on the other hand? He's been impossibly normal.
Frustratingly, painfully, weirdly normal.
He's trying to act like none of it even happened!