โ and once again, who said it was a game ? โ he speaks softly, stepping around elise and facing her so he may block the doorway.
โ iโm just being myself here. โ
iโm not trying to make you do anything or feel a certain way. . . โ
suddenly heโs standing behind her now, whispering over her shoulder, โ you just feel these things on your own. โ
indy canโt help it when he scoffs, the action happening before he can even realize it.
โ who says iโm trying to make you fall in love with me ? โ he asks, suddenly standing from his chair, wildly interested in this budding conversation all of a sudden, โ weโre just being us. +
indy then took a moment after that statement to watch as her hand lingered at the door, finding the observation to be quite interesting.
โ then how come youโre taking so long to go, frenchie ? โ he asks, turning his chair to face her, even when she wonโt look at him.
indy couldnโt see her face as he was trying his best to avoid her gaze, though he could still hear the hurt. how dare she react in such a way after being the one to make him jeaโ never mind that.
โ elise. โ
heโs looking up finally, watching as she reaches the door, hoping +
any mind to elise now.
โ you can go. youโve always been so difficult to get out of my hair, what a pleasant surprise. โ he speaks in his classic dry tone, pulling a paper from the stack and beginning to ( pretend to ) read it.
indy didnโt put up a fight when she yanked her wrist back, far too frustrated with himself and his emotions at that moment to even try anything else.
โ no. โ and just like that, he was sitting at his desk and sifting through his papers as if it was a normal day, not paying +
wrist loosening. . .and a flicker of some new emotion in his eyes. it couldnโt be jealous. . .could it ?
โ what do you mean ? your hair already looks done. โ is the only thing he can think of to say, his subconscious now hoping that maybe he can keep her around a bit longer.
thatโs when indyโs grip softens โ even when he wants to tighten it. itโs almost as if heโs had some sort of defeated reaction to that statement, his entire being deflating on the inside into an indy sheโd never seen before.
though he didnโt falter much, just the grip on her +
โ i havenโt misplaced a studentโs paper in years and when i do, iโm always able to figure out where itโs gone. โ he grins in a teasing manner, knowing the paper she took was nothing but a studentโs likely useless research.
โ and this time, all signs lead back to you. โ
โ it seems iโve misplaced something important. โ he replies, pulling her closer as the door shuts and theyโre both alone โ once again.
โ any idea where it might be, miss monet ? โ
indy Immediately spots elise in the sea of students, her ginger hair in its classic style always easy to spot.
so he reaches out, subtly taking hold of her wrist before she can escape.