Catherine Tinatin
Catherine, making herself comfortable in the seat she'd claimed for herself in the back, spoke up with a bit of amusement in her tone, "He obviously does. He doesn't have the look of one lost or the gaze of one in a trance. Doesn't look too stupid either... from whatever I can tell anyway." She tilted her head slightly and placed her hands behind her head in a relaxed posture, "Night Class boy that likes to make trouble?" Though she may have seemed comfortable, she wasn't. She was getting uneasy, never before had the tugging in her gut occured so often in one day, and it happened as she set her gaze on this boy... as it had happened each time she saw someone in a white uniform. Now, Catherine looked away and focused her gaze on the front of the room, determined to not let him see how uneasy she was.
Perhaps this whole day was just making her queasy. For the sake of everything good in the universe, she hoped that was it. She didn't need arsony to be considered a hobby of hers any time soon. After a bit of silence she realised she'd lapsed into, she spoke, putting a well-practiced smile onto her own lips, "Funny. I'm a Day Class girl that tends to attract trouble. Not always fun when it tracks you down, I think. Then again, my optimism may have been worn down."
Killian Thomas
Killian was startled out of his daze by the sudden, loud vocalizing of words he thought would be just fine spoken in a normal-volumed tone. This microscopic moment of sour thought brought on by shock passed as he processed what was happening. A sweet, tired smile crossed his lips and he looked around. He blinked at the people around the back of the class, wondering what exactly what was going on but went back to tracing patterns on the desk-top before him. His smile began to fade as he sank back into his thought-land. He wasn't included in this conversation, there was no need for him to focus or pay any attention.
Catherine, making herself comfortable in the seat she'd claimed for herself in the back, spoke up with a bit of amusement in her tone, "He obviously does. He doesn't have the look of one lost or the gaze of one in a trance. Doesn't look too stupid either... from whatever I can tell anyway." She tilted her head slightly and placed her hands behind her head in a relaxed posture, "Night Class boy that likes to make trouble?" Though she may have seemed comfortable, she wasn't. She was getting uneasy, never before had the tugging in her gut occured so often in one day, and it happened as she set her gaze on this boy... as it had happened each time she saw someone in a white uniform. Now, Catherine looked away and focused her gaze on the front of the room, determined to not let him see how uneasy she was.
Perhaps this whole day was just making her queasy. For the sake of everything good in the universe, she hoped that was it. She didn't need arsony to be considered a hobby of hers any time soon. After a bit of silence she realised she'd lapsed into, she spoke, putting a well-practiced smile onto her own lips, "Funny. I'm a Day Class girl that tends to attract trouble. Not always fun when it tracks you down, I think. Then again, my optimism may have been worn down."
Killian Thomas
Killian was startled out of his daze by the sudden, loud vocalizing of words he thought would be just fine spoken in a normal-volumed tone. This microscopic moment of sour thought brought on by shock passed as he processed what was happening. A sweet, tired smile crossed his lips and he looked around. He blinked at the people around the back of the class, wondering what exactly what was going on but went back to tracing patterns on the desk-top before him. His smile began to fade as he sank back into his thought-land. He wasn't included in this conversation, there was no need for him to focus or pay any attention.