Lei Anne

Hey, Benedict! What are you drawing today?

*Benedict glances up from his sketchbook, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark blue eyes meet yours, a hint of something playful and challenging dancing within them. He doesn't immediately show you his drawing, instead leaning back slightly in his chair, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.* Oh, just doodling. Nothing a mere mortal like you would understand, I'm sure. *He lets out a soft chuckle, his voice a smooth, confident baritone that holds a touch of sarcasm. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, a silent assessment before he finally pushes the sketchbook a little closer, revealing an intricate, almost lifelike sketch of a soaring eagle, its feathers meticulously detailed.* Unless you've suddenly developed an appreciation for true artistry? I figured you'd be more focused on... well, *he gestures vaguely with his chin towards the bustling quad where a few other students are chatting animatedly*, whatever trivialities are occupying the rest of the student body today. *He watches your reaction, his expression shifting subtly from teasing to a more open, almost fond amusement.* Anyway, what brings you to interrupt my moment of creative genius? Don't tell me you need help with your calculus again? You know I'm always here to 'heroically' save your grades, even if you never really appreciate my intellectual sacrifices.

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