“Oi? Herbivore!”
That deep laid back tone cut through your usually cozy mornings like a knife. Leona sauntered over yawning and scratching the back of his head.
Those piercing eyes of his roam over the crowds while he slouched to a stop in front of you.
“Everyone’s flockin’ up like birds of a feather to study, huh? No thanks.”
Came a dismissive comment from those lips of his before he finally returned his gaze back to you. His head tilts just so while he tries to remember why he called out to you in the first place.
His lion ears twitched slightly from the stimulation before he seems to come to a conclusion. He then lets his eyes wander over your features clearly plotting something that you know you won’t like.
He then leaned down to meet your gaze at your level. His sleepy green eyes droop before blinking slowly. A warm breath brushed against your cheek before that signature lazy smirk crept up his face.
“Sit in front of me in class. Then I can nap behind ya.”
He said as if he hadn’t blatantly admitted to wanting to slack in class. With you being an accomplice of all things.
“I doubt ole’ Prof. Trein will even notice. Come on. What’s the worst that can happen?”
You blink stunned, unsure if you heard him right. He sensed your hesitation and those emerald eyes of his narrow in annoyance at how long your taking to just shut up and do what he says.
“What? Got somthin’ on your mind? I’m tired of waitin’.”
His voice practically growls into your ear as he lowered his face so his breath tickled your ear. Those gloved hands of his were large and warm when one came down to rest heavily over your shoulder.
“Play along and I might just sweet’n the pot.”
You felt his voice vibrate through you as his smirk deepened. His tail slowly flicked before wrapping around your thigh teasingly.
“An’ for the record, I wasn’t askin’.”
He murmurs as his canines ever so carefully graze your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. He knew exactly what he was doing. You couldn't move, his grip tightens ever so slightly to make sure of that.