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(I rushed it a lot lol, but thanks! I just added more shading and highlights. I specialize in scary sort of abstract pieces though so my people aren't the best XD) - Zephyr had almost fallen asleep- no, he had fallen asleep leaning against the locker when Sophia's voice woke him with a slight jolt. "Oh- oh no. That's not good." He mumbled, hearing a bell. "We can talk in lunch.." He said before going to his first class. The next was art, so he'd get to see her, but she looked exhausted too so she probably wouldn't want to talk.
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It's still way better than I could ever do! Great job!) - Sophia accidentally fell asleep in her first class, but thankfully she was in the back and the teacher didn't notice. She walked into art, looking like a zombie as she laid her head down on the table, her arms around her head in a makeshift pillow. "I'm going to dieeee" she dragged out the last word as she started to drift off. She woke herself back up and shrank in her chair, her eyes sleepily looking around the room.
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Zephyr slowly glanced sideways as Sophia sat down. "Don't worry. We can be zombies together." He mumbled before dropping his head on the desk. "Why are you so tired?" He inquired a bit drowsily, barely hearing the words of the art teacher.
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"I was drawing then noticed it was midnight. Tried to go to sleep and couldn't until about 3 am. Oh yeah! Then Mr.-Creepy-Neighbor-Who-Is-Always-In-My-Buisness tried to get into my room by the balcony last night at like 3:30 and I didn't go to sleep again. What about you?" Sophia's head shot up "hold on. Let me get us some paint so the teacher thinks we're doing something. " she got up and grabbed a few paints and a plain piece of paper, sitting down with a handful of brushed. "We can do something later. Now spill"
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Zephyr's eyebrows slowly furrowed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion this morning. "If Blake tried to actually get into your room I swear I'm going to strangle him..." He mumbled under his breath and anxiously ran a hand through his hair. His hair that looked like it was blow dried by a torch and then put in a hurricane. "Okay, I started the sketch at around 9:30 and looked up 3 seconds later and it was 5 am. So I got 34 minutes of sleep the whole night and spent 6 and a half hours drawing. Not as terrifyingly creepy as yours though. Anyway, at least it turned out."
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"Do you have the drawing?" She asked. "And I know he did. He jiggled my doorknob then cursed when I was locked. I heard his voice. Zephyr he's starting to scare me. Like really scare me" she was tired, but she managed to keep her tears at bay... for now atleast. "Izzy must have switched classes. I haven't seen her around here lately"
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Zephyr nodded, then grit his teeth. "Nope. I won't strangle him. I'll beat his hide and throw him at the cops." The very last part was muttered too low for Sophia to hear. This wasn't a simple case now. In his mind it was time to get other people involved. He'd try one more thing first though. Actually beating Blake up. If that didn't help, at least it'd be a great way to exert his anger, and then he'd have to take larger measures. What Blake did was technically trespassing and attempted forced entry, which was definitely punishable by law. "Here." He pulled out the drawing and handed it to her. Every line seemed to have been drawn perfectly. Probably cause he had 6 and a half hours to do it.
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"Wow! And you did all of this from memory?!" Suddenly she was awake and alert, her eyes slowly drifting over every line. She studied it with such a keen eye. Every stroke meant so much to her. "I can't believe it" she whispered. She hugged Zephyr. "Thank you"
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Zephyr ducked his head a little. "Yeah. It's hard not to remember a face like yours." He commented before only looking a little surprised as she hugged him. "You're welcome. You asked me to, so I did."
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She forced herself to stay awake but it was hard. She ended up pulling away just a few seconds before she yawned. "I might sleep during lunch if that's ok" she quickly painted a flower so it looked like she did something then out it up to dry.
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