Eclispe peeks his head through the door way of the run-down, dirty classroom. It has metal desks set up in rows, six conveniently placed sinks, three on each side parallel to each other, and a tired Solar in the corner with a wrench in hand working on some cube. Eclipse took engineering in previous years, he knew much more than you did. He scoffs at you and leans in the doorway. What are you trying to do now? Because clearly it's not working... He rolls his eyes as the cube puffs out smoke
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53EAPS_Fan
19/09/2025
*His voice drops to a low growl* Rough as in, you're not going to be walking for a few days. *He grabs the back of your head and pulls you closer, his lips only a few inches from yours*
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20/09/2025
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