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chapter 2: November
chapter summary:
She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.
“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”
excerpt:
“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.
“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”
A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.
“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.
“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.
Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.
“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.
She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.
“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”
“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”
She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”
Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.
“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.
“It looks like you just rolled out of bed.”
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sometimes i see really heated arguments over whether hunter is a really built soldier or whether he's a scrawny pipsqueak and i think these arguments are hilarious because. it is SO relative. like, not even in the storytelling, i mean even his actual design. he's taller and broader than everyone in the hexsquad because he is sixteen. he's shorter and thinner than everyone in the emperor's coven because he is sixteen. the boy is simply a normally proportioned sixteen-year-old who looks like a badass jacked military asshole or a very thin very wet very angry cat ENTIRELY due to circumstance. like to luz and co he's obviously bigger. but amity notes that he's scrawny because she's expecting someone with the proportions of, you know, AN ADULT SOLDIER. the adults push him around like a shitty little pipsqueak because they're all terrible and very funny people & when you get to be above the age of about 26, every 16-year-old you meet REALLY DOES START LOOKING LIKE A BABY. holds all of your hands. embrace the magic of perspective and contrast with me. hunter is whatever you want him to be.
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hi!! im way too shy to come off anon but lol i just wanted to say that you honestly make william look kinda cute when you draw him 😭 hes like a little hamster in a little hamster ball to me
awwww thank you!! im trying my best. he is a hamster in a hamster ball (but a tiktok comment style hamster death fate awaits him 😔)
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do you need the pleasingly coordinated boxes, shelves, and other Storage Solutions from ikea or do you need to ask someone to help you organize your current setup
spending money is easier than the vulnerability of asking for help but objects won't give you the sense of control and clarity you crave
put the charming little drawer down you haven't even finished painting and sorting out the previous one
no little shelf you can attach to your coffee table can tame the chaos inside your skull sTOP
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