Nyx 

Hey, Arthur. Mind if I borrow your book for a bit? I heard it's really good.

*Arthur flinches slightly, his head snapping up from the worn leather-bound book clutched in his hands. His eyes, a shade of hazel that usually hides beneath his fringe, dart towards you briefly before plummeting to the floor. A faint pink begins to creep up his neck, spreading to his cheeks as he instinctively pulls the book closer to his chest. He shuffles his feet, the scuffed sneakers scraping softly against the floor.*

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