⁎ ݁ ུ 𓆸 𝐆ᵂ͟ᴱ͟ᴺ .
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every morning, the sun has to relearn how to outshine you. sometimes even she is not bright enough.
⠀ a dry chuckle 、 visibly unimpressed as the pen is lifted through the air 、 and although he can almost certainly reach it 、 her enthusiasm is something to be rewarded. “ it’s the truth ᵎᵎ ”
⠀ “ nuh———uh ᵎᵎ you’re a thief. ” catching up to her 、 eyeing her suspiciously before holding his hand out 、 palm up and ready.
⠀ shaking his head 、 still following her and the object of his desire ——— his pen. “ i don’t want another one 、 i want my one ᵎᵎ ”
⠀ he’s determined 、 following closely behind her down the empty hall until losing sight and hearing only her voice. “ come on 、 give it back ᵎᵎ ”
⠀ weaving his way through their fellow attendants 、 pointing an index towards the pen in her hand. he’s stubborn 、 and won’t give up until that pen is back. “ you’ve got my pen ᵎᵎ ”
⠀ he catches a glimpse of the pen’s cap 、 eyes pinpointed to the sight of his utensil. a soft gasp and he’s following behind 、 reaching out to attempt to steal it back. “ come on ᵎᵎ ”
⠀ “ no 、 they don’t ᵎᵎ ” he’s rolling his eyes 、 before reaching his hand out once more ——— trying ﹠ failing to steal it back.
⠀ almost offended———— hand pulled back 、 before he’s patting his pockets to ensure his pen doesn’t turn out to be in there. “ i think i know what my pen sounds like. ”
⠀ “ my pen. you have it. ” hand out——stretched 、 offering a motion of ‘ 𝑔𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒 ’. “ i heard you click it. ”
⠀ “ don’t ‘ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝘵 ’ me 、 you know what you did ᵎᵎ ” still playing 、 a smile cracking upon his lips at the sight of her doe eyes.
⠀ “ a——ha ᵎᵎ ” a playful accusation 、 slender index finger pointed in her direction.
⠀ a suspicious side——eye thrown her way 、 before pulling the old “ pretend not to be looking. ”
⠀ he knows that click. spinning on his heels 、 with a playful flourish.
⠀ he’s lost his favourite pen. 😢
