・ ╭・𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 ?!
╭╯ranboo x fem!oc . . .
╰﹕❝ 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌. where's my quill? ❞
in which, a quill brings two
people together, despite
all the things its been
through.
...
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chapter 8. — [ triggers ] — none.
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THE ABRUPT SOUND OF MY ALARM AWOKE ME.
I look around the room, realizing that I was still at Ranboo's house.
"shit." I mumble, getting up and running down the stairs.
Ranboo was sitting on the couch. "oh, good morning."
"what the fuck do you mean good morning— why didn't you wake me up when i fell asleep?"
"you'd get mad at me if i woke you up. plus, you looked peaceful."
"now i'm too tired to walk back to my house." I mumble. "what's today?"
"tuesday." He replies.
"don't we have school?" I asked.
"yeah, but we don't have class in an hour so we're fine."
"ranboo." I mutter, looking at him.
"hm?" Ranboo hums as he turns over to me. "no."
"why?" I said.
"no, you aren't skipping school again." He spoke.
"but—"
"fine, but if you're not going then i'm not going." He says.
"no. you're going." I sit down next to him.
"okay. i'm going but you're coming with me." Ranboo wouldn't give up.
"fine." I lean my head on his arm.
I lifted my head when I hear light tapping hit the window. The raindrops lay there on the window, some sliding down, some staying still. I watched as more drops of rain splashed onto the clear window. Together they made such a soothing sound, a natural melody every bit beautiful.
