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>> mathematics, césar
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His blue eyes widened as Jakob let the scarf glide into his wool-covered hands. “This is excellent agility,” César said, which caught Jakob off guard a bit-this was probably the first time César hadn’t been a priss to him. “Of course, I’m very agile,” Jakob said, as he too, gracefully glided to the ground. “For someone who dresses like a scarecrow, you do have some sort of charm,” César noted. Jakob’s smug smile instantly turned upside-down-a scarecrow? He couldn’t help but look down at his outfit as if to check. He wore a shiny black jacket, loose jeans, and loose shirt as well-last time he checked, scarecrows wore overalls and flannels. He scoffed, ignoring the scarecrow part and focusing on the ‘charm’. “You really think so, eh?” He asked, stepping closer to César and smirking somewhat flirtatiously. A strange smile was on César’s lips, which made Jakob suspicious. Since when did this guy smile at him?
He wrapped his scarf back around his neck, looking relieved and comfortable. Jakob watched him do this-not trying to be creepy, but also not knowing what else to look like. Finally, César turned to him and raised a brow-“Why, surely you don’t need me now…” He stated. Jakob let out a loud, short laugh. “Are you kidding with me?” He asked, laughing again in a sort of passive-aggressive way.
orp >> @edelgard
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