യ •₊˚ ✺ •.* ࿏ യ •₊˚ ✺ •.* ࿏ (This other image is also a gif and is also from scptism)

You were working with the Dr Bright on some papers, everything was going smooth and Bright was surprisingly calm. The calmness can be inhaled in the room, it feels OK.

You two were almost finishing, you wrote slowly and with no problems, the same for the immortal ginger man: he didn't have any problems either.

He looked at you for a second, then back at his paper, he seemed to be lost in thought as he caressed his chin with one hand. He sighed and continued writing, casually taking a pause to see if he forgot about something or to take a sip from his own coffee.

You looked at the window in your right, seeing the sky, a sudden touch took you out of surprise.

It was Bright, he was unconsciously playing with your fingers while he continued writing with his other hand. He continues not to notice and he seemed more concentrated on his papers despite that he's lost in that tact of your skin. യ •₊˚ ✺ •.* ࿏ യ •₊˚ ✺ •.*