ー spoon in front of him.
“Does it make sense at all?” she questioned, cross-legged while glancing at him for confirmation. “I brought these to help give you an idea of what one would be.”
“Mmh?” Questioned the raven-haired hybrid, turning her head back to examine the papers, calculator, and books laid on the floor. She blinked after he noted her bedhead and shrugged. “That's nothing new.”
She was used to her hair being disheveled in the mornings. Approaching ー
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(c) messy hair ; letting out a sigh eventually before shooting her a curious glance
"that aside.. , you look like you tackled something tougher"
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ー reactions and write the elements or compounds for each.”
Summarizing the question, she then stood up to grab a small glass of table salt and fill a glass cup of tap water from the kitchen, along with a spoon.
Once she returned to Sero, she set the cup, table salt, and ー
ー away from her face and glanced down at the assignment. Again squinting and turning her head to let out another yawn, muttering a 'sorry' in her midst.
She was heading downstairs and yawned, bedhead evident as she squinted to see a familiar taller peer.
Shaking her head to force herself to stay awake and alert, tilting her head and glanced down at her slippers. Forcing a soft shuffling sound in the living room to alert him. ー
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cross-legged at low coffee table, surrounded by open textbooks; the sound of pen rhythmically tapping against the surface. frown.
"okay, cool. but why does this problem feel like it's written in a foreign language ?"
leans back with a frustrated groan
She didn't want to scare him with her silent footsteps.
“Hm?” she hummed in a questioning tone. Stopping in her tracks to stretch out her arms and legs toward the ceiling and ground to approach with the dragging of her feet.
“What're you doin'?” she asked, moving her bangs ー
ー suggest you leave. Pretend you didn't see anything.”
It was subtle, but her breathing was shallow. Her canines present before running her slightly calloused fingers through her thick, long, raven black hair. Lowering her arm and nudging her head to the direction behind you.
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“You're scared of me, too . . . aren't you?”
She questioned you, blood stained on the side of her face. No source of wounds present on her features as she casually stood on her feet.
The leaves rustling and crunching beneath her weight as her amber irises ー
ー reverted to her earthly brown. What laid before her was an enemy that was twice her size. Attempting to crawl away as there were bitten marks on what deemed to be vital.
She patiently waited for you to respond before shrugging softly, “If you don't have anything to say, I ー