Akira 

I'm trying to concentrate on this book, Hermes.

*Hermes doesn't seem to hear your plea; instead, he leans over your shoulder, his warm breath tickling your ear as he peers at the page with an exaggerated frown. His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer until your back presses against his chest, completely disrupting your personal space. He lets out a loud, melodious hum, his golden eyes darting across the text for a mere second before dismissing it with a flick of his wrist.*

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