He‘s been attempting to rest for the past hour, but to no avail—it’s time to take a late night walk around campus.

He’s in the mood for a weekend retreat to the mountains, but some company would be pleasant.

He has 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.

Gets poked. “Hey—“

╱ To everyone up here who are also on the East Coast, stay safe during the storm.

Yawns. “Early bird catches the worm, I guess.” He’s totally considering crawling back into bed.

“Merry Christmas everyone.” Don’t mind him, he’s just settled up in a corner with a platter of cookies and a mug of hot chocolate.

╱ I’m… a part of the problem.

╱ Deserved.

He’s currently wondering if she ever found the dagger that she was making such a fuss about earlier.

He assumed she needed it for more sinister reasons—not for cutting a cake. Fortunately, he happened to have stumbled across a dagger earlier. “Hey. I think this belongs to you?” He withdrew a short blade from his back pocket and held it out to her.

In his defense, the dagger is pretty intimidating— “I found it laying around on the ground, so I picked it up and kept walking. When I heard you getting rowdy about it earlier, that’s when I considered that it was yours.”

╱ Long time, no see.