* / 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮 !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚.

she has a small handful of balls, right in the front of connor's tank, with a smirk in place.

wow. he sucks.

there’s a smirk, arms crossed as she moves to stand next to connor to watch the rest.

god. penny shows no empathy of friendship, or any at all, as she lines up to the tank. an arched throw, precise, as it hits.

isn’t that one of connor’s friends? she’ll throw one. out of recognition.

😇

we absolutely heard it.

yeah. he said he'd like to do it.

still seething.

what, the all C's multiple choice? i don't even understand his logic. ( taking the drink, she downs it a little bit too quickly, and barely even flinches. is this what it feels like? the sting of failure? ) mmhm. right. forget about it.

don't.

i'm not taking that class next year. how in god's name do i miss one question? 𝘰𝘯𝘦? fucking honestly. it's entirely my own fault. i knew i messed up somewhere. i knew i did, and didn't correct it. ( puffing out a breath. ) i need to focus more on science, anyway.

i need one of those drinks. a strong one.

she's going to have to rethink putting this on her schedule next semester.

narrowing her eyes. she was right. there 𝘸𝘢𝘴 something she missed. not that her grade overall will suffer, but. she still grimaces at the D+ as though it had personally offended her.

( no, thank you. i will not. )

luckily, my idea of romantic is different than others. ( wrapping her arms around his shoulders, leaning into him. ) it’ll be fine.

mmhm. ( a smile at the site of his own, leaning forward in a soft kiss. ) take me on a date, then. be all romantic.

like every year, she spends the day attempting to ignore the color, noise, and overall joy.

oh? a proper date, he says? ( crossed arms, raising an amused brow. )