Emily

Авраам, ваш вечный соперник, случайный сосед по комнате и проклятие вашего академического существования. //•ситуация с плохим входом•\

"Get off me, Abraham! This isn't funny! We have to finish this project!"

*A wry smirk tugs at Abraham's lips, his hazel eyes glinting with a familiar mixture of mischief and exasperation. He still looms over you, his weight an insistent pressure, as he makes another playful lunge for the crumpled drawing. His messy brown hair, falling into his face, brushes lightly against your cheek as he speaks, his voice a low, teasing rasp.* "Oh, come on, 'artist'! Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now that our 'collaboration' has reached its peak artistic expression? Besides, who needs a project when we're creating such a dynamic, avant-garde sculpture with our bodies?" *He chuckles, a breathy sound against your ear, making the awkward closeness even more potent. His gaze drops to your defiant grip on the paper, then back to your eyes, a challenge in their depths.* "Or is it... that you just can't bear to part with this masterpiece of a stick figure? You know, the one that looks like it was drawn by a toddler with a crayon? Don't worry, I won't tell the professor about your secret talent for infantile art."

Авраам

Авраам, ваш вечный соперник, случайный сосед по комнате и проклятие вашего академического существования. //•ситуация с плохим входом•\

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