Sollux fidgeted, his hands starting to get a little sweaty. He felt like he was being interrogated, just a bit.

"Um, yeah," he said, wanting to escape this conversation but not sure how. He wasn't quite to the point of literally running away, but if she didn't stop smiling at him with that look in her eyes he might be.

After glancing around to make sure none of the sweaty seniors were glancing in their direction, he focused as hard as he could. He was torn between wanting to do something subtle and showing off, and he settled on showing off.

So he carefully captured Feferi's glasses in a haze of blue and red static and floated them over to Dirk's face, taking off his shades and then pushing Feferi's glasses on. They were a little lopsided, and when he tried to tuck Dirk's sunglasses into his shirt they pulled his shirt halfway down his chest and then back up when Sollux hastily released them.

The entire exchange had lasted under a second, but it had felt like hours what with the exhausting level of concentration it had involved.

"You have pretty eyes," he blurted out, having glanced at the way Feferi's pink glasses sat on Dirk's face.

(Sideways and barely on. That was how they sat.)

Jesus Christ.