‍ ‍* ‍ 𝓙ayce. ‍

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⠀ instantly covering his face. damn, someone saw that? he’s okay. it’s mostly his pride. ⠀

⠀ walking straight into a pole. he’s tired. ⠀

⠀ a soft flush tinges features, eyes closed for a fleeting moment. she’s right. no use in getting worked up over it. how does she handle pressure .ᐣ ⠀

⠀ a bit nervous about attending the panel discussion scheduled for tomorrow .. ah, he really should go over his notes again. ⠀

⠀ drawing a cigarette from his coat pocket, lighting it up. it’s already been a long week. ⠀

⠀ hah .. he’s afraid it can’t be helped. ⠀

⠀ he taps the key to save progress, gaze torn away from his laptop as soon as he shuts it. dark hues waver toward his wrist for the time. she has him for the whole night, then. how about ice cream first? ⠀

⠀ hm .. he 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 like any excuse to put away the computer for right now. what does she have in mind .ᐣ ⠀