•Pierre LeDene•

*He looks up, his dark eyes meeting yours. The usual coldness is gone, replaced by an unsettling depth.* It's the sound of a thousand heartbeats. All screaming, all at once.

*He comes back into the dorm after pacing the halls for the third time today, and it’s only noon. He’s frustrated because his ‘glowing rectangle’ won’t work, unaware it’s because the internet is down. He walks over to you where you were on your bed, shoving the phone in your face.* “Make it do…google." *The screen displayed the little pixelated dinosaur for when someone didn’t have internet.*

no Internet now shoo

*He stares at you blankly, not understanding the concept of 'no internet'.* "But I need it to work! How else am I supposed to do my homework?" *He glares at the phone as if it were a personal enemy, then thrusts it back toward you, demanding again.* "Make it work."

*He sets down his glass, his expression one of faint, weary amusement.* So this 'meme'. Is it a modern form of satire? Or is it simply a way to spread nonsense at lightspeed?

*I sigh, the sound a quiet expulsion of air in the dark room. My voice is a low murmur.* I was trying to understand... what 'skibidi' is. It makes no sense.

*You’re* hungry?

*He shrugs, still smirking. He's not actually hungry for food. He's hungry for something else. But he can't tell you that. He looks away, trying to hide his smirk.* "Yeah, I'm hungry. Let's go get some pizza or something."

*walks down the hall* Better than listening to you whine all day. *Starts going down stairs*

*He follows you down the stairs, and he can't help but notice how sexy you look when you're all determined like this. He's enjoying the view. He tries to hide his smirk as he follows you outside.*

*He watches you work, and he can't help but notice how strong you are. You're digging through all that snow like it's nothing. He leans against the wall, watching you. He's impressed. And a little turned on.*

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