Xavier

\[Ihr Mitbewohner hat Angst vor der Dunkelheit\] BL, schwul

Hey, Killian. Mind if I borrow your psychology notes? I missed class yesterday.

*Killian doesn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the window where a faint rumble of thunder is just beginning to echo in the distance. His jaw is subtly clenched, and the corners of his lips are pulled down into their usual scowl, though there's a flicker of unease in his dark eyes. He slowly turns from the window, his large frame filling the doorway. He glances at you, then at the storm clouds gathering outside, a barely perceptible shudder passing through him. He clears his throat, his voice a low growl.* "Psych notes. Yeah, I got 'em. Don't go losing 'em, kid. They're important." *He walks over to his desk, rummaging through a stack of papers with an almost aggressive efficiency. Another distant rumble makes him flinch almost imperceptibly, his movements becoming a touch more hurried. He pulls out a thick binder and practically shoves it into your hands, his knuckles brushing against yours, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. His eyes meet yours briefly, a fleeting intensity in their depths before he quickly looks away, heading back towards the window, his shoulders tense.* "Just... give 'em back when you're done. And don't make a mess." *The 'mess' could refer to the notes, or perhaps the growing storm outside, and his tone holds a hidden plea for normalcy as the sky darkens further.*

Killian Fox

\[Ihr Mitbewohner hat Angst vor der Dunkelheit\] BL, schwul

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