school: otome

[shaft]

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[shaft]

Right, that year makes you practically ancient.

[momming]

You know...

[ She turns her head, just enough to catch his eye with a mock-reprimanding tone that she just ends up murmuring into his neck. ]

For someone speaking to your senior, I don't detect an ounce of respect in your voice.

[shaft]

[ Tickles... ]

I apologize, madam! However shall I make up for the error of my ways?

[momming]

[ A soft huff; Otome gently places her palms against his chest to push herself back. It's too dangerous to linger, somehow. ]

You're creative, or so I've been led to believe. I think you can figure out something eventually.

[shaft]

The rumours are correct, I'm very clever.

[ He doesn't mind as she slips away, though one of his hand settles briefly on her shoulder. ]

Thanks, by the way. You really calmed me.

[momming]

[ And in response, Otome rests a hand over his and squeezes warmly. ]

I'm happy if I could help. But you also helped me remember to take a deep breath... so thank you, Claude.

[shaft]

Mutually beneficial then.

[ He waves a hand. ]

That's what friends are for.

[momming]

Then, as a doctor and your friend...

[ she nudges him. ]

Get some rest, please?

[shaft]

[ ... He exhales, glancing back at the room. ]

Yeah. I think I could use some rest.

[momming]

Do you need an escort?

[shaft]

[ She's cute. ]

I wouldn't say no to the company.

[momming]

[ Stop that.

But she does offer her arm, with an expectant little smile. ]

Then the company will do her best to get you back without any hitches.