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leakywright·:

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it was obvious leaky was being a nuisance. he should just call it a day and run a lap or two to relieve himself of this nervous energy. but instead he just plastered on a smile at quinn’s request. “are you forreal? cause i can do that. easy. you just gotta come out and support me alright? maybe bring a sign, chant my name, that’s the only way we can guarantee a win.” he teased, leaning back with a nod. “cool, cool, i’ll stop fidgeting…now.” glancing at his watch he timed it was the clock hit 0 and sat back. but within a few moments his leg was bouncing, his fingers tapping against his knee and his teeth chewing at his bottom lip as he tried his hardest to keep as still and as quiet as possible. 

“i…this is harder than i thought.” he leaned over and whispered to her after about a minute. 

               "i'll   do   it   all."   she   agreed   and   with   his   confirmation,   went   back   to   her   work.   or   at   least   she   tried.   it   wasn't   long   before   he   was   making   noise   again   —   her   pen   hadn't   even   touched   the   paper   yet.   quinn   put   it   down   and   nestled   her   head   into   her   hands.   she   closed   her   eyes   and   took   some   deep   breaths.   was   he   annoying?   yes.   was   her   mood   his   fault?   no.   she   was   tired   and   emotional   well   before   he   turned   up.   she   came   up   for   air   just   as   he   leaned   over.   "yeah."   she   agreed   and   sat   back.   "i'm   quinn,   by   the   way.   you   are?"

LEAKY·:

open starter where: library  when: tuesday oct 18 morning

he was supposed to be writing an essay. and usually leaky had no problem with his homework, ecological ethics was actually one of his favorite classes. but it was game day, and it was always harder to concentrate on game day. so there he sat, fake tapping away at his computer at the shared table of the library commons. every sound caught his attention, causing him to look around, trying to catch anyone’s eye to use as an excuse. and finally he decided to give in, leaning toward the other that sat at the table careful keep his voice low cause in all honesty he was a bit afraid of the librarians. “psst, hey, hey.” he tapped his fingers against the wood. “are you going to the game tonight?” he smiled brightly at them. 

               —she   went   to   take   note,   recalling   part   of   the   passage   from   the   book   to   her   right   with   her   pen   and   paper   to   the   left,   and   there   it   was   again.   click   clack   click   clack   click.   the   nib   stuttered   on   the   page   and   then   stopped   before   quinn   looked   up.   she   reminded   her   face   not   to   look   as   exasperated   as   she   felt,   hoping   the   gaze   alone   would   send   the   message   their   noise   was   breaking   her   concentration.   he   wasn't   looking.   of   course.   quinn   put   her   head   down   and   had   just   gone   back   to   her   work   when   the   other   whispered   for   her   attention.   she   groaned.

"no   but   i'll   cut   you   a   deal.  you   stop   fidgeting   for   longer   than   five   minutes   and   i'll   go   to   any   game   you   want."