Design Flaws (Part Three)
Eyes, reading over his shoulder.
Warm breath, tickling his neck.
Clow couldn't take it anymore.
"Yue, would you please stop hovering?" He complained, slamming his book shut. "It's getting annoying."
"But-"
"Please? For your poor master's sanity?"
"...as you wish."
Slowly, Yue released the wild magic that held him aloft and descended to the ground. He bowed slightly and turned to walk away.
"Wait, watch out for-"
There was a predictable yelp, then a thump, and Clow buried his face in his hands.
He was never creating anything with eight-foot long hair ever again.