( despite knowing he has no intention of replying, he still pulls his phone out of his pocket as soon as it chimes to signal new text messages. he smiles down at it before pressing it off and shoving it back into his pocket. it takes him just a little over five minutes to get from his locker down to the school gates where anya is waiting.
then . . .?
what is she doing? does she want a hug? oh no, she wants a hug. he coughs awkwardly before looking away from her, pointedly trying to ignore the gesture for his own sake. )
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then . . .?
what is she doing? does she want a hug? oh no, she wants a hug. he coughs awkwardly before looking away from her, pointedly trying to ignore the gesture for his own sake. )
S-so, ready to go?