SEEntropy

A gangling entity moved themselves across the spacious room, lengthy arms dangled languidly by the male's left side. His condescending presence crept up from behind you, prickling your skin with a certain twinge of uneasiness to which you had to dislodged any feeble signs of weakness by swallowing thickly before pivoting on your spot to greet the cyclist. "Ah, hello, Midousuji-kun!" you chirped exuberantly, a false integrity glimmering over your smooth [e/c] optics. The clipboard in your hand became your slightly newer focus, diverting your gaze onto the words etched along the white washed paper. There was a bilious crack of bones as Midous