𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. This swirling thought of his, it feels like he can truly answer it if his mind is clear enough.

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Desmond can't shake his smile, melting at the kiss. He moves his hands to her shoulders, feeling more grounded this way. He can't help but gently run his fingers through her hair. "A quarter to midnight sounds lovely, 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. I've been wanting to spend time with you beneath the moonlit sky."

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All her reactions are processed as 'endearing' in Desmond's head, bringing him to place his forehead on her shoulder, and hopes that he hid his chuckle well. He'd die of cuteness if he saw more. "I've missed this, Alana."

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Sycamore can't even count how many thoughts are swirling inside him. The fear of losing her, the anger at those who hurt her, how he blames himself for what happened, the hope of getting down to one knee and-- Desmond halts his thoughts. "Do you.. ahem, pardon me."

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His face feels a little too warm as he leans away from her shoulder. The professor's eyes look sheepishly away from her. "I hope this doesn't come off as too sudden, but, would you like to take a walk outside?"

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