Won't that be boring for you? There's no need for you to while away quietly for my sake...
[ his frown softens up, a small pout that's less angry and more concerned, sheepish. when's the last time someone offered to simply be with him, while he studied silently no less? the answer is a big fat never. of course gorgeous boys have countless things they would rather be doing, all of which include leaving reedy little bookworms in the dust. truthfully, riddle couldn't blame anyone for never considering something so nonsensical. a waste of time, he would have chalked it up as.
riddle wants to harbor his suspicions, but when floyd eases himself off the table, distinctly not sending books and papers and pencils flying about, it's hard to remain steadfast. a light warmth rises to his cheeks when floyd sidles right up to him, close as could be without being flush against him, their legs touching. ]
Yes, you are, but this time it is through no fault of your own.
[ his gaze flickers up and down the other boy's form, taking in how relaxed he seems, how cheery he looks just to be in his presence. it's hard not to stare, especially when thoughts of all the other things they could be occupying their time with flash through his mind-- but riddle shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the pile of work before him, picking his pencil back up and turning the page of the book in front of him. ]
Once I finish this section, perhaps we can do an activity of your choosing? Fair is fair, after all.
no subject
[ his frown softens up, a small pout that's less angry and more concerned, sheepish. when's the last time someone offered to simply be with him, while he studied silently no less? the answer is a big fat never. of course gorgeous boys have countless things they would rather be doing, all of which include leaving reedy little bookworms in the dust. truthfully, riddle couldn't blame anyone for never considering something so nonsensical. a waste of time, he would have chalked it up as.
riddle wants to harbor his suspicions, but when floyd eases himself off the table, distinctly not sending books and papers and pencils flying about, it's hard to remain steadfast. a light warmth rises to his cheeks when floyd sidles right up to him, close as could be without being flush against him, their legs touching. ]
Yes, you are, but this time it is through no fault of your own.
[ his gaze flickers up and down the other boy's form, taking in how relaxed he seems, how cheery he looks just to be in his presence. it's hard not to stare, especially when thoughts of all the other things they could be occupying their time with flash through his mind-- but riddle shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the pile of work before him, picking his pencil back up and turning the page of the book in front of him. ]
Once I finish this section, perhaps we can do an activity of your choosing? Fair is fair, after all.