Libraries is a nice quiet place, the only quiet place a quiet boy can stay in.
He swiftly pulled the page of the book to the side, gently holding the book—his emerald green eyes are focused on.
The boys mind soon drifted into thought—about the project he is needing to do for a grade.
His hand closes the book, as he stands up from bundling in the corner of a light brown sofa. He strolls over into an isle of books, before turning to look at the books. Having him place the book he was reading in its rightful place.
He walks out of the isle he was in, as he heads over towards the entrance of the library. Wrapping his fingers ground to doorknob, he pushes it open as he steps from the quiet place and into the hallway.
After releasing his hand ground the doorknob, he pulled his glasses off his face. Glancing at the clear glass, softly blowing hot air on it, before rubbing it against his shirt. As he shifted his glasses back on his face, setting them on the bridge of his nose.
Until he glances down the hall, as he felt pairs of eyes on him. It was his project partner, who seems that he just came from a classroom. His white button up shirt was unbuttoned, as his hair was slightly messy—like a hand be in it—pulling it perhaps..
His golden eyes piercing through the quiet boy's emerald green ones. His lips pulled into a gentle smirk, as his crossed arms rest against his chest.
The quiet boy seem his partner rather unusual, as he never tries to speak to him or adverted his gaze from his. Every time they see each other, they would just stare at one another's...
Never even speaking a word.
The only difference between them was the quiet boy didn't show emotions in his eyes, but his project partner showed much emotions in his eyes.
It was like he was speaking to him with on his eyes, not even his lips could come close to what his eyes are telling him.
The much fascination he held when he glazed at the boy was beyond words to say, as he seems lost—like he was trying to search for something inside an abandoned forest.
As his smirk seems to be a small smile, before his eyes pulled away from the dull emerald ones. Allowing the silent conversation end, as the quiet boy walks in the opposite direction from where his project partner lays.
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Quiet Type | 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐱 𝐈𝐤𝐞 | 𝐀𝐔
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