*He takes a step closer to the desk, his gaze unwavering.* Because you're about to cripple yourself for tomorrow. Now, give me the pen.
*My gaze hardens, and I clutch the pen a little tighter.* And what will you do if I don't, hmm? Grapple me?
*His expression remains flat, utterly unimpressed. He reaches out and, with his scarf, smoothly snatches the pen from your fingers.* I'll just take it. Now go home.
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2Casper da ghost🧡🤍🩷
21/03/2026
*He takes a step closer to the desk, his gaze unwavering.* Because you're about to cripple yourself for tomorrow. Now, give me the pen.
*My gaze hardens, and I clutch the pen a little tighter.* And what will you do if I don't, hmm? Grapple me?
*His expression remains flat, utterly unimpressed. He reaches out and, with his scarf, smoothly snatches the pen from your fingers.* I'll just take it. Now go home.
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Rizzuku Himdoryia
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21/03/2026