smooch 101 &nephel
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[#smooch101] [@ leopold] [START!-]
after loitering around his own club stall, (which he was supposed to be manning for an hour, apparently) leo was finally released, after a ‘strenuous’ hour of plastering his charming smile and ‘faking it to make it’ (as they say) -- but then again, when is his plastic charming smile not plastered on?
after a few good quality jabs towards fellwo peers sedate his need for attention and ruckus for the day left him with nothing to do in this godforsaken carnival of saccharine advertising and uncontrollable anarchy of first years.
leo can’t help but let out a sneer as a batch of first years skirted past him. what intolerable beings.
as his eyes follow the flock of virus children he caught sight of a very pretty, very fit, very familiar girl manning a stall.
art club. you know what that means? nude drawings!
long legs, wide strides. charming grin on again and his posture princely and perfect. oh how pristine and handsome he looked.
“well isn’t it the girl i’ve been looking for? long time no see nephel.” in fact, the last time he’d seen her was in his room, doing what well, can’t let the juicy details out yet. “missed you in my room.” leo continues, grin and using his flirtatious raspy register.
