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sweetpinkpixie · 05-17-2020, 03:07 PM

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Originally Posted by Samia

Missa was relieved that he didn't fight her or be unreasonably difficult because she was sure she would lose it or maybe start crying. Because her frustration over his continuing bad mood was reaching a new level of saturation. And she didn't know where to go from there.

As he stilled, she diligently moved her hands to figure out where the source of this entanglement began and swiftly worked through it to help free his arm. Try as she may though, she couldn't help a couple of tears in his robes - at least he could move his arm around now though.

Once done, she found his gaze again - her eyes searching his face for any more signs of unnecessary resistance. Desperate to not give into this resistance, even if it was coming, she took his hand in hers, "Come on, lets go"

For the record, he considered himself to be in a far less sour mood than he COULD be on any other given day. At least today's reasons were hardly that deep and he was simply being a petty of-age teenager about things. Truly, the only way things could be worse would be if mum came back to teach at Hogwarts. Or dad. Or his uncle. He really needed to not have so many nurturing personalities in his family with inclinations towards education. It was troublesome.

His robes were truly taking a beating this term between today and Defense Against the Dark Arts, but again...he wasn't feeling petty nor salty about THAT. They were just clothes and he hardly felt any attachment to these robes.

Their fingers woven together, Eiji decided to lead them somewhere he rarely every visited on a whim and almost exclusively only came when he was in a harvesting and collecting mood. Which...was not to say he wasn't keeping an eye out for useful items now ... but that wasn't the point. He figured Missa would like it here.

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