Quiet Is Violent
Eight Thousand Club
Peggy walked into her class, looking shyly at the handsome French boy as she passed him. She'd never really had a crush before, usually she just thought boys were cute and moved on. But Lafayette was different. He was... animated, almost. He had so much energy, like Hamilton, but he had the focus and wits that Hamilton lacked. He thought about others before he acted. He was a gentleman. He was perfect. Not to mention his accent was hot. Peggy sat at her desk, pulled out her notebook, and started to doodle Lafayette's last name, smiling to herself as she did. @Safety Hammer @Dont hate me @Paint The Wind