A black turtleneck sweater, slim-fit black trousers and an oversized cardigan with boots; he was the very picture of a harmless scholar that appeared in movies. The glasses would have made the look even more dashing but he could not wear it in public.
"You are breathing so loudly. Go away." Phoenix murmured as he attempted to bury himself into the bed. He had Zane's blanket up to his neck, only revealing a fluffy head to the outside world. So cute.
He was the one who insisted on playing games till 2a.m. When Zane had called him out, he said he was playing the game for academic purposes. The reply was so quick and polished that Zane felt like he had used it more than ten times while he was in the Empire.