austin frowned , looking a little defeated at her giggles.
“ just got a fright, ” he muttered , looking down at his script for a moment.
he was clumsy , he knew that much. a bumbling mess of chaos that would either cause someone to grin and giggle at him , or some level -——
his head was , surprisingly , nestled in a script -— hands moving back and forth as he highlighted each of his lines for their upcoming showcase. it was rare for austin to be so engrossed in coursework … but he was enthralled with the idea of working in a theatre … being -——
she's dropping her bag onto the picnic bench opposite @ofiarann, followed by herself taking a seat.
“hey. what 'ya doing?”



















