†　　　𝔪𝘢͟𝘴͟𝘲͟𝘶͟𝘦͟𝘥　𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆　．

ᅠ A slow smirk spreads across Ambrus's face, and he gives a lazy half-nod. “ Amusement, concern, call it whatever helps you sleep at night. ” He pauses, then adds with dry amusement, “ Though sleep's clearly off the table for you. ” ᅠ

ᅠ A shrug rolls off Ambrus's shoulders, easy and unhurried. “ Doubt it. ” He settles back against the wall, making a show of getting comfortable. “ Watching you fight yourself is the most interesting thing happening tonight. ” ᅠ

ᅠ Lets out a short, dry laugh, pushing off the wall. “ Sure you will. You keep telling yourself that, and I'll keep standing far enough away. ” He doesn't move closer, just watches, unimpressed, like he's seen this play out before. ᅠ

ᅠ He leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching Coen with a flat, unreadable expression. “ Humming won't feed you, Coen. ” He tilts his head slightly. “ But it's a better sound than the alternative. ” ᅠ

ᅠ ✦ ༉ @diabolodilectus ༉ ✧ ᅠ

ᅠ Will you brighten this day with your beauty for me, m .ᐣ ᅠ

ᅠ What a boring day. ᅠ