"Like, you would not believe what I have?" She looked down at her phone. She let out a soft giggle. "A dick picture from ‘Mr. Horny.’ Who the hell do you think mr. Horny is? It has to be someone from this campus. Do you want to see?" She said turning the phone for the person in front of her to see. "A dick should not curve like that, right?"

‘ okay — there’s the tea, i got pokemon let’s play and it’s so cute, i got a big cute eevee and it sits on my head and chirps. so like, if i go missing, i’m in my room crying over a make believe monster. ’

birdie sat at one of the man tables in the library, her nose buried deep in a book as she took notes for one of her classes. it felt like she spends most of her time there, at her favorite table. she hummed to herself as she sat there, her eyes scanning over one of the books required for submissive training. some of the stuff made her cheeks tint pink in a light blush at how vulgar the book could get. she coughed awkwardly before setting the book down in front of her. “oh wow..” she said, mainly to herself. 

history. it was one of her favorite subjects and she had been working on a paper for the class and she was finally finished with it but she wasn’t sure if it sounded good. when she heard somebody pass by, she couldn’t help but speak up a little bit. “excuse me? i don’t mean to bother you but i’m wanting to know if my history paper sounds okay. would you mind reading it?” the red asked, hoping she hadn’t bothered the person in question. 

Adam stared into his computer screen as hard as he could as he tried to will words on the screen before exhaling over-dramatically and leaning back in his chair. “Do you think I could get away with saying a passing squirrel ate my homework?” He asked to nobody in particular. It wasn’t exactly the best excuse but he was too drained to think of anything better. 

    her books were spread out along the table in the library, ankles crossed and sitting up straight in the chair as she became entirely focused in her work. her mind was busy trying to translate the reading she had in front of her, making messy notes into the notebook next to her. occasionally, she would pause to shift slightly in her seat- the chair being one of the most uncomfortable she had to sit on. “ i think my brain is just about fried, “ madeline mumbled to herself, before realizing she wasn’t alone. “ oh, i’m sorry, that seat’s open. “ the girl quickly pulled her bag off the empty chair across from her and tugged her books closer to herself.