It was unusual for Near not to want to go to class, but he also didn't care too much about plants, either. I tap on the door before entering, habit now more than anything, and step in. I just barely remember to close the door behind me. I blink a few times. "Near?" I manage to say. Damn, he looks good like that, excited and a little embarrassed. I glance at the bed and then back at him. It...it wasn't Christmas...
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Date: 2008-12-13 02:19 pm (UTC)