*Quentin exaggerated the jab at his side, leaning away from Nea with a sharp and playful wince. He brought himself back but even closer this time, scooting his torso slightly to get closer to her, seeking the warmth of their bodies.* "I-I know.. I know you are more than capable of handling your own. I just.. I worry about all our peers.. The same way- As I do you, of course..."

*He let out a soft chuckle, nudging Nea with his shoulder and clearing his throat after the mess of words he just released. It was embarrassing to stumble and he didn't want to leave the wrong impression.* [6/??]

//sorry for the late reply.. I was busy.

-rep stinky farts

- rep bro doesnt like ash williams (or fun)

*Nea furrowed her eyebrows in an annoyed expression as Quentin over analyzed the situation.* "I just... Must've been focused out last trial.." *She scratched her inner elbow roughly. Her leg's movement grew more and more anxious. Looking towards the fog, Nea grumbled out.* "You don't need to worry about me all the time."

*She could feel his hand hovering, the atmosphere grew heavy and she looked towards his direction with a frown.* "Seriously, Quen.." *She shrugged it off, nudging her elbow against his shoulder.*

what the ♥♥♥♥ is this ♥♥♥♥

*Quentin couldn't help but notice how the fabric of Nea's shirt rid up her arm as she scratched, revealing a pale (and empty) expanse of her forearm.* "I noticed you stopped writing things down, Nea."

*Though his voice was drowsy and filled of concern, his eyebrows turned upward in a melancholic motion, signaling that he was growing worried about the habits. Quentin rose a hand hesitantly to Nea's back, letting it hover as he contemplated whether to actually touch her or not. He decided against it, dropping his hand back into his lap while sucking air in through his teeth.* "Hm.." [4/??]