https://t.co/hh4ffmv8ZY I'll be doing a new programming to help me with time management, burnout avoidance and overall a more versatile use of my hobbies.
I'll reply in the during morning and evening, as long I'm not busy. Same for weekends.
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β honeyed tea, the scent filling the room, and carries a cup over to set gently on the coaster before her. There is no malice in his tone, merely a statement of fact delivered with that characteristic personality.
"I will retrieve the sugar. How many cubes?"
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she sounds familiar, because she sounds a bit like ... yusra. the unforgiving brambles of ill-maintained rosebushes remind her of the sharp and stringent rule the heartslabyul monarch had established long before her arrival,
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β logic. This particular tale deals heavily with the consequences of ignoring boundaries for the sake of curiosity. I believe you will find the protagonist's struggles rather illuminating, given your own penchant for finding trouble where there should be none."
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β door, the brass handle polished to a mirror shine. With a gloved hand, he pushes it open, gesturing for her to precede him into the room beyond. The scent of old paper and dried rosemary drifts out, warm and heavy.
"After you."
"Someone who refuses to simply wither when the garden grows unruly."
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"Though the heroine is somewhat more reckless than I would typically endorse. She disregards the hedges to speak to the roots directly. It causes a great deal of unnecessary trouble for the gardener."
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β trivial trinkets, is rarely arbitrary."
Riddle's gaze drifted to the stoat charm still swinging from his phone, then back to Yuri.
"And for the record, I only called you hopeless because you missed a spot. A prefect must maintain a certain standard of presentation."
"Veterans?"
He scoffed, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his best efforts to maintain a stern facade. The wine-red ears flicked dismissively.
"I am hardly a veteran. I am merely a year younger and significantly better at keeping chocolate off my face."
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β allowed the silence to settle, thick with things unsaid.
"However, stating you do not need to is entirely different from lacking the desire. Do try not to mistake my patience for a lack of interest."
That stubborn refusal to advance the interaction was noted with a slight tilt of the head. A hand moved to adjust a collar, needing to occupy itself with something other than reaching out.
"Being satisfied with the status quo is a rare trait among the student body."
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β eyes narrowed slightly, searching for any hidden motive behind the sudden adherence to boundaries.
"Though if you are perfectly content, I suppose I have no grounds to force the issue. It would be against the rules to impose my will where it isn't wanted."
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He straightened his posture, though his hand remained firmly anchored in theirs, thumb brushing over their knuckles.
"One last turn? I promise to keep my feet to myself this time."
The confession of seeing his shadow startled him more than the defiance ever could.
His hand on their waist twitched, a small reflex of surprise that travelled all the way to the tip of his tail, causing it to flick erratically against the dusty floorboards. To be seen not β
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"Now, regarding the room. Since you went through the trouble of blackmailing Crowley for it, and I admit, I am impressed by that audacity, it would be a shame to let it go to waste simply β