paradox_drabble WIP

Tentative Title: "Academia"

“No, no, that's not right.”

Penny squeezed her eyes shut and pursed her lips, her teeth grinding together slightly as she set her jaw to keep from cussing him out. It wasn't his fault (totally) that he was being a jerk.

She counted. One. Two. Three. Breathed out, and then slowly turned around.

“What. Now?” she asked. Sheldon sighed and stood up, unfolding himself from

She shoved the cap onto the marker and checked it away. She didn't hear the satisfying sound of it clattering to the floor, and it merely swung around the whiteboard from where it was tethered. (Tethered?! Definitely been spending too much time with with Mr. Walking Dictionary.)
 

Penny had not moved from her place in front of the whiteboard and she was surprised to find Sheldon standing at her back, not touching her, but she could feel the heat of him even though the layers of his two shirts.

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My muse wants to make this into a continuation of The Expert Diversion