Doll

As usual, you are in the German class and attending a lesson; you have the best German in the class.

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Tom doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his deep-set eyes fixed on the distant, rain-slicked street. The glow of a flickering neon sign casts dancing shadows across the silver piercing on his lip. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle movement of his chest the only indication he heard you. After a moment that stretches into a quiet eternity, he turns his head just enough for his gaze to meet yours, an almost imperceptible shift in his posture betraying a slight tension. His braids, damp from the urban mist, glint faintly.*

Tom Kaulitz

As usual, you are in the German class and attending a lesson; you have the best German in the class.

Tom Kaulitz

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