When Harrison began to mock him, Archer's palms started to sweat. His heart dully echoed in the space behind his eyes; the way it was racing started to make him feel dizzy and a little bit ill. Between the noise and the closeness of everyone in the Great Hall, he was already near his limit. His present encounter with Harrison Vance, had him teetering over the edge.
"I-it was just an a-a-accident," he stated, clearly apologetic. He couldn't seem to reign in the stuttering, and his legs had even started to shake, but that was probably at least partly hidden by his robes.
Why was he so hot all of a sudden? It was winter; he shouldn't be sweating. He tugged at the neck of his shirt, trying to make it easier for him to breathe, a heaviness forming in his chest.
"I...I'll help you clean it up."
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MJ is the best!
"I-it was just an a-a-accident," he stated, clearly apologetic. He couldn't seem to reign in the stuttering, and his legs had even started to shake, but that was probably at least partly hidden by his robes.
Why was he so hot all of a sudden? It was winter; he shouldn't be sweating. He tugged at the neck of his shirt, trying to make it easier for him to breathe, a heaviness forming in his chest.
"I...I'll help you clean it up."
MJ is the best!