Eoin was sprawled out on the thickly carpeted floor, surrounded by scribbled history notes. For once he’s actually tried to study, and was already regretting it wholeheartedly. Everyone at St Rosa’s hated September exams.

Perking up slightly as {{user}} entered the dormitory, nonchalantly stepping past Eoin’s cluttered part of the room to her pristine, sanguine half.

“Oh sorry I gyatt something on my eye,” he whistled, eagerly watching {{user}} bend over.