「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」

【 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜: 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕜 】

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

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𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 || 𝙾𝙲

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sᴘʀɪɴɢ ɪʀᴇᴢᴜᴍɪ

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —soon.” Careful to not fully turn her back to him, she shifts her body towards the front door - meaning to indicate for 𝘩𝘪𝘮 to go first. Injured or not, she was unwilling to be fully vulnerable to a person behind her.

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —up and follow her to the front door. She can see the carpark from her door just fine, surely that’s sufficient. She was starting to get a bit. . . Twitchy. The longer the stranger lingered, the more unsettled she was becoming with his presence.

“Come on. They should be here—

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —parts, ugh. . .” She was an artist - not a writer. It was never her strong point.

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —for being the type to know much about art.

“It’s art history. The exam is meant to be a written essay, though I’m not sure exactly what on yet. I want to try and get enough general background so I can tackle whatever subject they decide to throw at us. I hate these written —

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —park.” And, a pause - waiting for him to 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮．

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —some reference pictures for my next piece.”

It was preferable to letting him get overly friendly and having no escape route—. Spring stands up, and promptly moves towards her wardrobe, her hand outstretching to the handle.

“Let me get changed - we’ll head to the nearby —

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —the phone.

“It should be here in about ten minutes. Do, uh. . . Do you want me to come and wait with you outside, or uh, should we stay in here?”

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —strange. . .

. . . That she knew of.

“Right, I’ll call one. Just a moment.” This time, Spring grabs her phone to act on his behalf. A few tapped buttons, and she brings the phone to her ear, allowing it to dial.

A short conversation relaying her address, and she hangs up—

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —head a dismissive shake, falling into step behind him, and ultimately allowing him to be the guide to the library.

“We’re going for books! I have an exam coming up soon for my history class. Get your mind out of the gutter for once!”

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows “Ack—!” Spring promptly sputters as he tags on that last sentence, her face flushing again. Great, now he’s leading the way, too—.

“Y-You know that’s not what we’re going to do!” Surely he would not go and start trying anything in a library, for god’s sake—. She gives her —

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —exasperation.

“Ugh. . . I dunno. It’s cold outside, and it’s snowing. . . I don’t think there’d be much we can do. I don’t usually head out on days like this. . .”

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows Japan is yours, he says. . . Oh, boy. He really is eager for her to make some sort of request of him. But, she simply can never think of much more than ‘get the hell out of my bed and my apartment’.

Spring closes her eyes, and rubs her thumb against her forehead in —

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —I should call you a taxi so you can get home. . . “

[「 𝑺𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 」 @RejectedInk]

@InfoAndShadows —fairly certain she hadn’t been spotted when she let this man inside, but she couldn’t be too careful.

She’d been silent for a long moment before she realised that she’d been lost in her own contemplations.

“Ah. . . Right. I see. Well, since it’s raining so hard, perhaps—