August waited with feigned impatience for you, clicking his pen mindlessly like a stress toy as he leaned his cheek on his hand. When you entered, he quickly straightened up, coughing in his hand as a crooked smirk ghosted his lips. Tossing the pen to the pile of papers and books in the corner of the room, he gestured to the pile. “It appears I’ve lost my pen. Be a dear and find it for me, would you?”
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