He sat in the dim hallway, fingers tapping the table, eyes like a predator. Anger burned in his voice, laced with something worse—worry. I swallowed hard, avoiding his gaze
Adam Brody
you're late
Luna
I.... lost track of time~ *bit down the lip hard, trying to stop the shaking—but it didn’t work*
Adam Brody
Lost track of time? That's cute~ *Slowly stands, his chair scraping against the floor*
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