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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀sailor , huh .ᐣ ⠀⠀

ꢤ ۫ 𝜗͟𝜚͟ ͟ ͟ ֶָ ࣪ ׅ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓂͟astermind in haute couture . ⠀⠀ 𓈒 ໑ ׄ ۫ ͡ ︶

“ … i had chicken nuggets at like noon.” they say with a simple shrug. odette had slipped sneakers on before leading, hands moving to her side slowly.

“i’ll follow you wherever you go, peter.” she hums, arms remaining crossed. “what do you want to do?”

huffing, reluctantly moving towards him with a frown. “what are we even going to do for two hours?” arms fold overtop of her chest, lips pursing.

she stops, trying to scramble to recollect her textbook and detailed notes, “wait no—” she begins, a slight panic in her voice. “i can stop for an hour but i really need to pass this exam.” words come out more whiny than intended, huffing at him.

they glance at their phone for the time, lips creasing into a line out of embarrassment. “like probably eight or nine hours, pete.” she answers sheepishly, taking a giant swig of the latte.

she’s pulling banana bread latte close, frown sitting on her lips. “okayyyyy. fine. i’ll take a very small, short break.” she states.

she’s been staring at her textbook for far too long. the touch of his finger on her scalp nearly has them jolting. “oh my god.” she murmurs. “sorry—— if i don’t pass this class, i like actually am fucked.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀can you teach me to cook .

⠀ good. i’ll do it then. ⠀