Choosing Fate
I scrunch my face at the very thought.
Another couple minutes pass and Saph opens the door, finally. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is all over the place. I hold back my laughter; she’s embarrassed enough. No shame in your game, Saph. At least one of us is getting laid. I step into the office where Asher is still organizing things on his desk, his pink hair sticking up in all directions. Upon closer inspection- yup, his fly is still open.
‘Hey, Saph. You may wanna tell your mate that his fly is down. I’d tell him myself, but I don’t want to add any more fuel to the fire,’ I tell Saph through our mindlink.
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