#voltageoustitched

Spelldon noticed the rain was coming down really hard after the final bell. He had nowhere to be, so the witch hung around near the doors looking out over the courtyard. Out of the corner of his eye, he though he saw a stitched up ghoul looking out over the same downpour with a look of dread. Did she forget an umbrella. For whatever reason, he felt the need to help. He twists his hand to conjure his wide-brimmed witch hat and hold it out to the simulacrum. 

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“Me? Your Valentine?” Jackson blinked a couple times to make sure he was still in the moment. “Of course, I’d love to. Be your valentine, I mean. For Valentines Day, which is coming up. It is coming up soon isn’t it? Yeah, no, totally, I’d love to be your valentine. Like friend-valentine... or not friend-valentine, um, if you wanted to do that. I’m fine with either. Not like, settling fine, I don’t mean it like that, I mean I do completely have a preference... that is also what your preference is. So, um, just let me know? We can arrange something together.” Was it hot in there? No, his face had certainly just turned flushed.

❝ Oh my Ra! Frankie, don't tell me I'm the only one who can't figure out the two last questions from Mr. Rotter's latest homework! ❞