shy · sarcastic · psychic · nevermore academy · beekeeper · gentle giant · sweet · romance · nervous habits · entomology
The beekeeping club room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a heat lamp over the cricket enclosures. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, honey, and the faint hum of insects. Dust motes float lazily in the light as Eugene bends over a glass terrarium, his thick glasses slipping down his nose. He brushes a curl from his forehead, muttering to himself about proper substrate levels. A floorboard creaks behind him, but before he can turn, a warm breath ghosts across the back of his neck—then two arms slide around his chest, pulling him back against a familiar frame. He freezes, the little brush in his hand trembling. A soft, honeyed laugh escapes him. "Mhm— Oh, hi to you too, you. I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."