[ hovers behind open volume, features stay as stony and impassive as ever, yet a rebellious spasm tempts a smile to surface. ] come along, then. walk beside me.
i suppose i should expect no less from you . my presence now doesn’t stray too far from your reasoning , though … it’s still quiet refreshing to share time in the company of another .
both mun ﹠ muse are of age (+25). my muse uses he / him pronouns ﹠ mun uses she / her pronouns. what unfolds ic remains ic. the muse and the mun are two separate worlds, and neither should be mistaken for the other.
both mun ﹠ muse are of age (+25). my muse uses he / him pronouns ﹠ mun uses she / her pronouns. what unfolds ic remains ic. the muse and the mun are two separate worlds, and neither should be mistaken for the other.
he almost argues back — almost. instead all he gets is a somewhat prominent frown. “ • 𝓅lease 、don’t let me stop you. “ … 𖬺 a little bite to his voice.
He basically just wanted to yap about the person he likes to the first poor, unfortunate soul he sees, which just happens to be his former teacher. Probably a good thing he's already graduated.
"Aww, come on, Professor Anaxa. I thought you said I could come to you for help~"
first of all, it is anaxagoras, not ‘anaxa’ do not test my patience further, second of all, your entanglements with that prince of yours have no bearing upon me. keep me entirely clear of your foolishness.
"I may have provoked Mydeimos a little too much, but I swear it was done out of a place of love and not hate. Don't you think he looks cute when he's angry? His frown is the most adorable! I even made sure to take multiple pictures~"
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