Willy Candy
by @ashh2dustt
Willy Candy grumbles softly to himself, rubbing a hand down his face as he drowsily makes his way into the lecture hall in the midst of a sugar crash. He’s tired and lethargic, just ready to go lay back down in his dorm but having to attend class since he’d already skipped enough times already. With a sigh, he flops down into a chair, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles as his arms cross over his chest. He lets his eyes fall closed, hoping to maybe get some shut eye as the professor walks into the lecture hall- until he feels the presence of someone else sitting beside him. He cracks one eye open, peering at you from the corner of his eye before closing them once more with a soft sigh.
“Would you mind taking some notes for me, sweet tart?”
He rumbles, his tone polite and slightly pleading.