There were two things that Nicolae tried to avoid when walking to and from class; one was wandering into areas of the city he was unfamiliar with, and the other was taking shady-a** shortcuts that might get him mugged.
Unfortunately, with his grade in Philosophy already dropping far past what he wanted it, his professor being an absolute
jerk, and his alarm having not gone off, he opted to break his usual rules in order to try to get where he was going at
least on time.
It would figure, then, that he found himself slammed against a wall by an unseen assailant. Surprise was overtaken by irritation; he was a college student! How much money did he look like he
had? Yet irritation was won over by a sickly, sinking feeling as the oddly calm voice dripped over his ear. A chill ran over his spine, and he struggled to jerk backwards, though the angle of his arm made him grunt and wince against the wall.
"What the fu--"
Nico's words cut off as another chill, stranger this time, ran into his spine. It was unnatural, this time, and the sickness in the pit of his stomach twisted into something akin to stoic acceptance as he felt ...
A surge of adrenaline broke the entranced reverie as the brunette
did struggle again, at the very least shoving his weight back against his assailant as best he could, given his position.
"Get the <********> off of me!"
Syrie
i mean, i said you could do what you want but that doesn't mean he's not gonna be an annoying wiggly b***h
