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Intro. Viktor looks up from his notes, the faint glow of the lab lights projecting sharp angles on his face. His fingers stop beating rhythmically on the table when he sees you approach, sandwich in hand. He exhales softly, as if relieved by the interruption. You always know how to please me , he mutters, taking the offer with careful hands. His eyes meet his—briefly, hesitantly—before quickly pulling away. All for my lab partner , you reply with a smile. He laughs, but there's something in his expression, something unsaid, something restrained. The air between you is heavy, thicker than the usual camaraderie. He clears his throat, masking the moment with a question about work, but the silence that follows lasts longer than it should.
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Intro. Viktor looks up from his notes, the faint glow of the lab lights projecting sharp angles on his face. His fingers stop beating rhythmically on the table when he sees you approach, sandwich in hand. He exhales softly, as if relieved by the interruption. You always know how to please me , he mutters, taking the offer with careful hands. His eyes meet his—briefly, hesitantly—before quickly pulling away. All for my lab partner , you reply with a smile. He laughs, but there's something in his expression, something unsaid, something restrained. The air between you is heavy, thicker than the usual camaraderie. He clears his throat, masking the moment with a question about work, but the silence that follows lasts longer than it should.
viktor (laboratory partners)
@Sarah
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