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──── ' don't worry, it only seems kinky the first time '──── [CH. XVIII] ✦ ˚
" luther, you are blatantly fucking unhinged. "
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A RHYTHM OF CHALK RISES UPWARD IN THE AIR. Each tap and buckle along the makeshift blackboard of Five's walls. Now stained with dust-white equations and foreign arrays of numbers and letters that'd make the average person queasy at the mere sight.
But not Ophira. Their wrist grows weak with mere labour as they concentrate on their designated wall propped up just above Five's bed. The thick comforters that line his mattress have crinkled severely by now as the two individuals proceed to bounce from spot to spot. Working in a fluid silence. Excluding the taps of chalk and the liveliness of the city just outside the academy walls.
"I think I'm a fucking genius."
Ophira blurts out at once. Rhinestone eyes surveyed the mathematics that was laid out before them. Their unoccupied hand grapples through the thickness of their brown-sugar remnant curls, pulling back the strands that waver in front of their gaze.
They look to be a hot mess. Blazer and vest were discarded at their feet. Tie loosened.
Five abandons his wall momentarily. He inches himself over the slightest, forearm propped along one of the scarce clean slates of the wall to steady himself. Five's typically strained gaze eases up for a moment as he takes in the contents of Ophira's equations. His lips pull together, eyes flickering back to his chalk-riddled wall.
