@loveduces ∗ [the hairs on the ends of his arms, and the nape of his neck stood up. with a deep frown, the idol finally chose to spare a glance towards the model. all perfect, all handsome. why would someone like him bother to weed his way into what elian sought after?] i must have gone to the wrong room, [it was an excuse, it was almost obvious by the lack of vigor in elian’s tone. facial devoid of any real, attached emotion. ‘little mouse’? what a disturbing name,] let go of me, i’m no mouse or cat. i already told you why i was here—it was an accident. [upon practice, the idol tried his best to appear innocent. doe—eyes, and lips pressing into a thin line. though it was too perfect, too trained, all too robotic to be genuine.]
