_The clock is ticking in the background. One. Two. Three. Four. Five._ _Albedo does not back down. Neither does Sucrose. And then, as if they were a copper wire being snapped in half, they both look away at the same time, Albedo clearing his throat, Sucrose coughing, her hand at her too-fast chest._ - From the ['press your skin unto my overweathered pages']('https://archiveofourown.org/works/40359306') fanfic by the wonderful [Lethe](https://twitter.com/tinylethologica) My first piece for the [Alberose Minibang](https://twitter.com/alberose_mini) event back in July last year! I didnt have the full context of the scene when I decided to draw it out so my interpretation isnt as subdued and is more comedic. But I think it's still fun xD