Khai never had any use for an alarm clock. Forget the fact that his sticky hands had swiped many over time and he had several of all shapes and models stacked and aligned on his bed side table. He awoke whenever he felt like it, which, somehow, always happened to be just in time. Enough time to get ready; not too much time to be idle. He’d already finished taking a shower and doing all of the other mundane but necessary aspects of making himself presentable, dressing down for the occasion. They deserved neither his best nor his effort in terms of clothing choice, these humans. For one, it was a given fact that he was the ideal and they would never match. And two... Khai liked solid colors. Still, he couldn’t help but find some amusement in the situation now that he’d had some time to process what exactly they’d been sent to do. Bring some trivial - and yet somehow meaningful in their own right - humans to the other side. Khai ran a hand through his platinum hair and sighed, eager to scope out the playing field but still slightly offended he’d been designated to something so beneath him.
At least he wasn’t in it alone, right?
Khai navigated through the dorm, stepping over random things he’d taken recently. His roommate insisted he stop being so cluttered and find a place for all the junk he brought in, to which Khai always replied, “is the floor not a place?” and left them wherever they lay. He pulled his backpack off the chair it was hanging on, found his keys, then snatched a granola bar off his roommates own desk before leaving the room entirely.
Khai sauntered in just in time to hear the question, something about the devil’s story and whatnot. Honestly, if you didn’t know it by now, you may as well drop the class. Then again, I don’t suppose everyone had as a close a seat to the action as the sins did. Khai found a spot near Desiree, relaxing into the seat with squinted eyes and noting the look Ceire had shot back at the female sin following her whistle, his fragile ego easily slighted by the fact that the look and attention wasn't intended for him. "I'm hurt, Dez," he joked, feigning actual emotional distress at her reaction to Ceire. "At least punch me in the face next time so I know you notice me."
Pulling out a notebook from his backpack, Khai really wasn’t concerned about paying attention to the lecture, hence why his notebook was filled with sketches rather than actual notes when he opened it up, but even he couldn’t tune out the answers these people were throwing out. "He was cast out of Heaven right? Something like that?" Khai pulled out a pen and clicked it open, throwing an amused look to the back of her head. While ‘something like that’ was the understatement of the year, her lack of basic knowledge, or at least confidence in whatever she was babbling, was simultaneously entertaining and irritating.
“I’m surrounded by mediocrity,” Khai sighed, though his faith was somewhat restored by a different response, some long winded soliloquy straight out of a wikipedia article. It'd be a lie to say he hadn't tuned out parts of it in favor of laying out the rough outline of a sketch, but the guy, whoever he was, sounded pretty smart for a human. Of course, Khai being the sin that he was, immediately found reason to dislike the human and his audacity to actually say something intelligent sounding.