—͟͞͞ ✮❭❱ 𝙁𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝘾𝙊𝙒𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂 .ᐟ.ᐟ.ᐟ
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She’d hold a firm grip on his notebook for a good minute or two before registering what he said and letting go. “O-oh uh y-yeah yeah uhm…” She’d run the back of her neck. “P-probably should uh… g-get some work done…” Her mi d kept flashing back to the sketches in that >

No she’s not… The second his hands landed on her hips she’d yelp and pull away with a blush… before quickly grabbing his notebook. “U-uh h-here you go…” She’d say with a soft gulp.

W-well he did say she could copy his notes . . . 💧 B-but uh h-his artwork is nice… and uh his uhm… his drawings of her are uh… interesting— Heh… she’s not that good 💧

O-oh uh h-his notebook… Uh y-yeah yeah it’s uh… it’s on her desk… She uhm… saw a few of his sketches in the notebook…

E-EH?! W-what’s he doing in here?!

hmm. you’ll have to show me.



good boy. ( the corners of her lips curved into a grin. she positioned herself between his legs, looming over him with a thumb on his chin. ) you’re so tolerable this way, aren’t you?

( she pressed a foot against his stomach. slowly crushing. ) tell me sorry.






