@nymphxlis // Sebastian for Desmond.
The tiredness of the day only now presses on his shoulders, making his tense and sore, especially when his mind wanders to the next few days. For the first time in forever, Sebastian feels like he has spread himself too thin, however he can’t back out hallway through the semester from the extra classes he has chosen to take this year. Just as he is about to internally lament more about his life, the sound of what seems angry voices wafts to him and he slows down his pedalling just in time to catch the whole affair. He doesn’t recognise him at first, basking in the poorly lit glow of the darkened streets, however as he stops to watch him get kicked out from the bar, Sebastian puts a name to the face. Desmond - always sits a few rows behind him, has never jumped at the chance of having Sebastian’s attention lavished on him.
With a leap, the bike is left behind and his steps bring him closer to the silhouette who is currently raging - Sebastian can guess - at the bouncer. He presents an appeasing smile to the tall man, slotting himself to the side of his class mate, an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“You need some help, Desmond?” he asks, turning his bright grin towards the bouncer now. “He’s my friend, thanks for looking after him,” he says as he presents a cute smile, before beckoning Desmond away from the bar. “Hey, you okay? Like... You don’t look good?” he says, a tinge of worry in his voice as he inspects the other, spotting the bruise on his cheek.
