desire of the moth / grant&dolly
Jan 14, 2023 17:09:31 GMT -5
Post by tick 12a / calla on Jan 14, 2023 17:09:31 GMT -5
G R A N T | Grant ends up speed walking through the halls, weaving in and out of knots of students despite only being about two minutes late for datenight. Hanna offered to help him with his biology project due soon and they'd sat in the library while Grant eyed the clock, leg bouncing while he tried to gently extract himself from Hanna's conversation, simultaneously balancing the want to not be late and the want to not be rude. He was mostly done the project anyways. Anatomy stuff. After Ms. Munroe got involved, Bingham was finally convinced to let Grant do an alternative assignment rather than the dissections that all students had to do at the end of the year. It doesn't matter that it's just a frog they have to do, he just kept thinking about the animals that the Deliveryman had brought, the pigeons on the school grounds, the mangy squirrel that sometimes climbs to his window and waits for food, Abel. He still doesn't know what Munroe eventually told Bingham to make it happen, but he's pretty sure that he doesn't want to know. The thought of what the teachers say about him behind closed doors almost makes him just as queasy as the thought of the dissection does. Hanna's nice though, and Grant doesn't want to seem like he doesn't care about the current song she's working on, so he sits there until she takes another breath and then jumps in, says he has to go. But he takes a little detour first. He makes his way to Dolly's room with a bottle under his shirt, his heart beating an exorbitant amount in comparison to the situation. It's not even contraband, he didn't even steal it. The ladies in the cafeteria quite like him actually, and they gave him the grape juice he asked for before he'd even gotten the whole question out. He realizes that he's being an idiot about halfway up the stairs, and then takes the bottle out to carry it normally. And he's totally normal about it by the time he gets to Dolly and their picnic. She's got the blanket spread out on the floor already, pillows propped up, fairylights set up and twinkling. He was no idea where or how she got the lights, but he's not surprised. "Sorry." He says first, a little breathless from rushing. He leans down to kiss her and shoots her a goofy smile, just the slightest bit of nerves under it. "Studying." The lights make her sparkle though, and he stands there dumbfounded for a moment before he remembers to pass her the bottle. "I brought this. Probably the closest thing we'll get to wine." |
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