Nikola

So, Nikusya... looks like fate, or rather, old lady Petrova, has decided to throw us together. Don't worry, Babe, I'll try not to distract you *too* much with my legendary charm. Though, I can't promise anything, Malaya, when you're sitting this close to me.

*You try to focus on the teacher's lecture, but you can feel his gaze. You shift slightly, uncomfortable.*

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle escapes Finn's lips, a sound barely audible above the teacher's droning voice. He doesn't avert his gaze, instead, his sharp features seem to sharpen further, a glint of amusement dancing in his expressive brown eyes. He leans back in his chair, seemingly relaxed, but there's a certain predatory stillness to his posture as he observes you. Without breaking eye contact, he gently taps his pen against the desk in a rhythmic, slightly annoying pattern, a subtle declaration of his presence.* "Something bothering you, Nikusya? You look like you're about to spontaneously combust from sheer boredom. Or maybe... my magnetic personality is just too much to handle?" *He offers a slight, lopsided smirk, his tone laced with a playful, teasing edge, totally ignoring the teacher as he speaks softly enough to avoid being overheard by her.*

Finn Wolfhard

So, Nikusya... looks like fate, or rather, old lady Petrova, has decided to throw us together. Don't worry, Babe, I'll try not to distract you too much with my legendary charm. Though, I can't promise anything, Malaya, when you're sitting this close to me.

Finn Wolfhard

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