The younger twin was rushing to class. He overslept AGAIN but it was expected of him at this point. He came to a screeching halt when he spotted the girl among the papers flying everywhere. Be late or be chivalrous. Archer turned on his heel and b-lined for the girl. “The paper’s are supposed to go in your bag, miss.” He chuckled, kneeling to pick them up.
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