Snippet #1582905

Adrial managed to bite back the scoff that was begging to leave his mouth.
The scoff was directed to the girl a few feet infront of him, who's thin arm was stretched high in the air.
She asked for a new partner, excuse being that said parter gave her the, 'willies' whatever that was.
Adrial was sure it was another term for creeps.
He watched the girl silently for a moment, before turning to his new partner.
She had given him a nod and introduced herself, so he thought it would be polite to do the same, even though he didn't want to in the slightest, because he knew that introductions led to conversations which led to eventual attatchment.
And even if that attatchment was microscopic, it was still attatchment.
Adrial also nodded, before muttering a quiet, "Adrial."
His eyes wandered around the room.
'What an odd bunch to throw together.' He mused silently.
He looked over at Zayla, and studied the open sketch-book she had infront of her.
After observing her drawing, and debating whether to comment or not, he finally said, "That's really good."
He turned back around to the front, tapping his pencil on his paper repeatedly.