❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ @secondbcrn — sent from this prompt (x) still accepting!
‘ and have you tell me that i am going soft? ’ dropping into the nearest chair, he kicks his legs up to rest his feet on benedict's desk. he's brought an apple with him, which he now takes the opportunity to take a large bite out of. he knows the noise will annoy benedict, which is exactly why he does it, and why he makes his chewing as obnoxiously loud as he can without making it too over the top. ‘ no, i think i shall simply continue to wander into your room at my leisure when you decide that you want to leave your door open. ’ his gaze drifts idly around the room, taking in half-finished paintings, papers strewn about the place. in comparison to his room, it's chaos, and he hates it. he could never live like this. ‘ are you working on something? is that the reason for all this mess? ’
