Developmental Psychology - SECOND LESSON

[castiel]

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Castiel Ceallachán
Let's get this lesson started

Amaranthine hair flowed down his back as he slowly came too on his front, the drone of the alarm clock to his left wasn't actually what woke him up. No, it was the light flooding in through his bedside window. Blinking a few times a soft smile washed over his features, tired yes yet still gentle none the less. This sleepy educator and guide for the students that were to learn in his classes, nonchalantly rolled out of bed placing the flats of his feet on the carpet in his room. The fleecey material was the first thing he could feel before he reached out a hand and took a hair tie and hair brush from his bedside table. Casually he went and took a shower, when done he pulled the brush through his hair to tidy it before he tied it over his right shoulder as always.

Now with that done he made his bed and got dressed, now fully awake he moved around the apartment and threw open the curtains and windows to let some fresh air in to the place.

What time was it? Well considering the sun was only just rising and it was that which woke him from his slumber he figured it was rather early. He never did take in the time on the alarm clock. Heading to his kitchen he set about making food. What was he making for breakfast? Dango and some of his favorite tea, the tea had a mixture of honey, apricot and vanilla comfort with camomile in it. He made a lot of the two things. Filling trays with dango and then making three very large flasks of the tea. Why? Well he was going to take them to class with him. He didn't forget cups either. With those done he headed down to the parking lot where he put the items in his car. A light smile always on his face.

What was he wearing for the lesson? Jeans and a t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt over the top.

Heading back inside the building he picked up everything else he'd need for the class before he set off to the University. Upon arrival he headed right for his classroom.

Eying the place he set out the syllabus on the desks in the room before he made a few more trips back and forth to his car for the other items he'd brought along with him. Plates, cups, tea, dango, hell he'd even brought empty notebooks. All with the words psychology written on the front with a place for a name on it.

Those books were set out with the syllabus and of course the text books he'd actually bought for the class so that they didn't have to run around like headless chickens trying to get their hands on the item they needed. If they had it to begin with? Then they'd be more relaxed... He hoped.

Meandering around the room he started to open the windows, only one or two mind you just to let some fresh air in to the place. After this? He took a cup and opened a flask pouring himself a small amount of the hot tea. It served to relax and yet keep the person alert with it's sweetness. Smiling he looked at the board behind him and then? Took a piece of chalk writing a few things on the board.

Castiel, Ulysses, Ceallachán (Callahan, for those who don't know how to pronounce it.) With that put up he sat back down enjoying the tea as he waited. He was ten minutes early and now he looked at the clock. Watching the door, waiting. The room already smelled of the tea and dango, perhaps that might even lure a few other students in to the class. Maybe they might stay and even learn a few things.

Ever the optimist.

Now it was just a case of waiting for the entire class to arrive. Then he could start.

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[Akira Katsu Saito]

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[Squall"Alaister"Leonhart]

"They tell me you're all I've got
I just need these dreams to stop
You can keep the necklace that I gave to you"

Squall yawned, forcing himself out of bed. He was just way to tired to be doing this after a whole night of more studying he was overdoing it again but he didn't care. He moved to wake Tomo up, and then gathered up his bag and books, he moved out of the room. He knew that Tomo would arrive but he at the least would wait for him for a little bit they shared a room for a reason didn't they. At that moment many things had been said. He was not used to having a roommate yet and he sighed moving towards the classroom, his key was in his pocket just in case. He didn't know if he could trust Tomo yet but they were on the same soccer thing to, so that had to be a start there didn't it. He pulled out his book and started reading again as he walked, he knew where his classroom was. He had spent the time before the soccer thing the day before to look for all of his classes. Maybe it was just cause he was smart like that or something else entirely. He was holding his bag over his shoulder at the same time as holding onto the book. The boy had to pass to please his father, so maybe it was just him trying way to hard. Some kids always looked exhausted and they always had it was just that way now wasn't it.

He grabbed something small he kept in his bag and shoved it in his mouth, nomming on it. He had been saving it for a reason and now he had the food. It would be all he needed, he just placed it back into his bag making sure he didn't finish it. Food was not something he needed to live not now. He wanted to train and study and get out of this school that was all he wanted. He moved into the classroom, sighing to himself as he just looked around. There seemed to be no one here at this moment, besides the teacher it seemed. He was writing something on the board. He kept quiet as he walked to find a place to at least put his bag down, he was holding the book in his hands now. He had been smart to close it before he walked into the classroom. He had a feeling this was not something he wanted to deal with. The class looked empty but that could always change in a second and he was not much of a people person.

He could tell the teacher was distracted and he would not bug him after all he had other things he wanted to do, many things. But he figured he should speak up. "Good morning Sir..." He pulled out a sketchpad and started to draw. He was sketching Tomo from memory for some reason, maybe because he couldn't get him out of his mind and he didn't feel like reading he was not sure on that anymore. He looked at the teacher and just wondered if this was working as well as it should have. He did not wish to make enemies, but he was also trying to keep to himself again.

'Just watch what you say....it's just another class...and this one you might like Squall...'Squall had ditched out on the first class, but not that he cared, he saw only one other person but tried to keep his distance from the other student as well.

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[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

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Sora had woken up at a decent time and was therefore not running late, for once. “So this is what it’s like to be on time…wow, I feel so relaxed!

[/color]” And indeed he did! Not having to rush out of his room and hope that the Professor didn’t mind him being a few minutes tardy really helped to calm him down. Though, while he still had time to get ready and make it to class without being late…he didn’t exactly have enough time to grab a quick breakfast at the Commons, as per usual. “Hm, I wonder if Ven’s taking this class too…[/color]” At the mention of his older cousin his stomach growled, protesting the lack of food that morning. All Sora could do was hope his cousin had class with him, that boy always brought enough cereal bars to feed a hungry army!

He picked up his pace, walking quickly towards the Golisano building where his Psychology class was—he’d left early after the last class, things had gotten a little…well…let’s just say that it had quickly become one of his least favorite classes. He just hoped that the professor had grown up in the past few days and would stop being such a dick to his class. Sora didn’t appreciate having the shit scared out of him on his first day, none of his other professors had behaved like that [“Thank God!”] so why did Professor Sekiyo? Hopefully today’s class wouldn’t be quite as hectic as the last one and actually, you know, have a purpose other than torturing the students.

The brunet islander drew in a deep breath as he stood by the entrance of the hallway that would take him to his classroom; his strides became long and purposeful and…wait. Sora couldn’t concentrate on his thoughts anymore, a delicious aroma assaulted his senses and all he could think about was the rumbling in his tummy. He picked up his pace and was shocked to find that the smell was coming from his Psychology classroom. Well, maybe their professor had made them breakfast as a way of apologizing for being such an ass during the last class! How thoughtful of him!

Sora paused in the doorway, his eyes landing on the food at the front of the room and then his gaze trailed to the man that definitely wasn’t the professor they had last class. Maybe he was a substitute? Sora snickered, or perhaps the other guy got fired for being such a dick. Wow, Sora’s thoughts were mean when he was hungry!

Walking by the front desk where the, presumably, Professor was stationed Sora couldn’t help but notice the man’s looks—he was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it. Sora bit his lip and lowered his gaze, finding himself unable to maintain eye contact with the older man. The brunet shuffled across the room and took a seat somewhere near the middle of the class.[/size][/div]

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[castiel]

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Castiel Ceallachán
Let's get this lesson started

He lifted his gaze up from his tea when he heard the arrival of a student, a very dark haired student who immediately went to a seat and started looking through the materials that Castiel had left on that desk. The indigo haired man watched in silence for a moment or two before he noticed a second arrival. This one had brown hair and had a scar on his face. Odd yet that didn't matter, Castiel was already trying to memorize the students upon arrival.

"Good morning Sir..."

"And a very good morning to yourself." A nod and a smile as he watched the student pull out a sketch pad and start drawing. He actually wondered what the student might be drawing. No matter it wasn't time for the class to start yet anyway. Despite the fact that the student had said hello, Castiel already pinned him as a loner, one because of the way he seemed to avoid the other student and two because the student immediately started doing something else whilst waiting for the other class mates to turn up.

A third student. A rather spikey haired brunette boy with rather bright blue eyes. The sound of a growling stomach. Castiel smiled at them as they paused at the doorway. Then he strolled by the front desk, now Castiel tilted his head to one side a brow quirked upwards as the student bit their lip, lowered their gaze and then moved off to a seat.

Odd I thought he was going to say something or ask a question.

Slowly he stood up and then moved around the desk, till he was leaning on it from the front, both hands moved to the edges so he was gripping it and he smiled at the three students who got here earlier than the rest.

"I'm assuming since you're all here early that you've not eaten anything for breakfast. You know the mind works better in the morning if you actually eat, so I made food just in case my students forgot to eat." Taking the flask he'd opened he then took three cups with him before he walked by each of the students and poured them some of the tea. After this he headed back and took the plates placing a skewer of dango on each, playing waiter he delivered the sweet food to the three and headed back to his desk perching on the edge.

"That's dango, it's rather sweet but that should give you a jump start, the tea is a mixture of honey, apricot, vanilla and camomile, it's rather relaxing but it should still keep you all alert." He smiled at the three again before he leant back on the desk and eyed the board.

"Meh. Ignore my name on the board, I just want you all to call me Cas. I'm not a lecturer, leader, teacher, professor really, I'm a guide. Most of the work in this class just involves disscussion and reading at home or your dorm room whichever you happen to live in. Ignore the syllabus for now, yes I know it has pretty colors in it but just ignore it, I'll give everyone a quick run down on it when they get here." A grin as he sat there and looked at the clock again.

"They should be arriving soonish I think, so I'll start all the psychobabble then, ooooh I like that word, psychobabble. Definitely different, almost like it as much as I like the word pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, yes that is an actual word, it's the longest word in the English Dictionary actually, cannot for the life of me remember what it means though." A chuckle as he looked at the door, leaning forwards slightly to see if anyone else was arriving. He probably seemed rather... Eccentric, lord knows he'd been told enough times that he was a rather eccentric, nice but eccentric person. It was a question of if the class thought the same.

"So. Any of you three have any questions before the rest of the class get here? I know I have a few class rules but bah I'll go over those when everyone's here I suppose. They're nothing too hard to grasp so everyone should be able to follow them." Wow, Castiel didn't know till now just how much he liked to talk.

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[asiah]

Asiah pulled himself out of bed, throwing the covers off of his body he was tired still. The dark circles under his eyes had faded from the little sleep he had gotten. He sighed and looked around the room, slipping to the bathroom, he truly did not care what he had to do now he wanted to just get out of this place soon. He had to complete his job though, it was just something that came first. He wiped his face clean, and splashed water on his face, letting it drip down onto the counter. He was exhausted but he would not talk about, he just wiped off his face, and looked around no one was here. Or well it seemed that Riku was still asleep which might have been the best for him, he wanted no contact with that person. Even if they had to be roommates all he wanted to do was find out what made him tick. He was that way, as he looked up in the mirror, he saw the ice look of his eyes. He always might have seemed slightly cold, but he just tried to act a bit more chipper then he had before. 'Just one step closer to the goal...' he slipped his clothes on, picking up a knife. He set it down a few minutes later after cleaning it off, and just walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened.

He was enjoying the stinging pain for some reason, it just made him laugh. There was never any tears, just a few small laughs and he was done. He was never going to worry about it, he might as well have just let it go, as he gathered up his bag, sticking the headphones in his ears. He turned his music, letting To be loved by Papa Roach play. He always had that song on his ipod, maybe it was just who he was he truly didn't care. He just might have let it go before all of this happened again. Music did help him get through his day even if he was more annoyed then he had been the night before. The boy had figured he would have calmed down, but as he stepped out of the door, that smirk flowed across his face slowly turning into a smile. There was a edge of insanity on that smile, but it wasn't easy to pick out.

He walked to the classroom, his eyes seemed to be looking at nothing as he moved past the man who seemed to be the teacher. He seemed to look at him, his eyes held a certain emotion to them, almost like he was mocking the teacher even though he didn't mean to. Part of him was not aware that he was doing that. The boy might as well have gotten used to this, he took a simple bow and looked back up to meet the teacher's eyes. "Morning...Sir Ceallachán...It's nice to meet you..." He was always one for saying the Sir's name. There was nothing that was going to make this better, he looked at him, and then turned to walk away to find a place to sit.

He stobbed and looked to the other students, just moving to the back of the classroom, he put the book down and listened to his music again. He did not wish to talk now, but as he hummed quietly to himself tapping his fingers slowly. He dug into his bag and pulled out a book, looking through it. The thing was full of words he would never repeat again. He made sure he had his daily dose of well he called it medication but it was bad for him and he knew it. He put it away and went to reading his book instead, peeking over the book to watch the students. And that teacher as well.

[Akira Katsu Saito]

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[Squall"Alaister"Leonhart]

"They tell me you're all I've got
I just need these dreams to stop
You can keep the necklace that I gave to you"

Squall had wanted to just make plans, that didn't have to do with studying today. But he knew if he wasn't studying later, his father would get annoyed with him the man always did. It had happened when he was younger to, maybe that was the reason he was the way he was now. He knew that part of the reason he put himself into this class, was to actually talk to people and learn a few things. Though it did not seem to be working as well as he wanted it to. The boy figured he might as well try to talk to others but he wasn't good at it. The only one he seemed to have any luck talking to, and actually didn't feel to awkward about it was Tomo. Who he had barely known for a day or two, which was the odd part to him. 'Irony the only thing I inherited from that old man was the slight wish to avoid people....'He knew that he would have to talk to his father later, and yet he didnt' wish to do that either. If had had wanted to well then he would have, he just looked around at the other students for a moment. They seemed nice enough, but people always had secrets. His secrets were probably ones no one would ever find out, not even this teacher that was here.

He looked to the food and the tea, he wondered why this man was trying so hard but he cared about his students more then that supposed last teacher they had. He muttered his thanks before Cas walked away, he had manners and some social graces even if he didn't talk much.'This teacher...this might actually be a class I like go figure...' His father would be happy that he was at least enjoying part of the school, but he had to make sure he at least got good enough grades to shut his father up. If he passed all of his classes, he could shove it in his father's face and not have to deal with being told he wasn't as smart as his sister. That made him want to hit his father sometimes he just had the manners not to usually.

It had to be a start that he was at least able to say a few words here and there, that smirk that was on his face. It was one of maybe even comfort like for a moment he felt like he belonged here and then it was gone. He actually did like this teacher, he seemed different a bit more interesting then the other ones and yet there was no way that he would get this all to work again. He was here to learn, but he might as well let himself have some fun in this class to. Squall had to learn how to make this later, he was always trying to cook new things. Since he was just that person he might as well have learned again. Sometimes things just got easier, and well he was feeling at peace here.

His eyes wandered to the blonde who walked in, there was something about him that Squall couldn't understand. Nor did he want to, to each his own as Squall has told people many times. He looked at the stuff on the desk, ignoring it to pay attention to the tea and his sketchbook.

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[silence]

Silence stumbled near the bed, falling onto the floor she was not having a smart day it seemed. There was a bruise on her forehead from where she had hit the edge of her suitcase. That was going to be fun to explain, hopefully no one noticed. She didn't need questions about what had happened to her forehead. Or to explain that she was just a klutz and had a habit of tripping. She sighed and pushed herself off of the floor as she gathered her bag and raced out of the room a piece of toast shoved in her mouth. She had to get to class, she had to wonder who the teacher was. 'Silence you need to get up earlier and not hurt yourself...' She tied her shoes, before she walked into the classroom looking around. She was not sure if she wanted anything to do with this now, there was just nothing that she could do.

The girl stopped and looked at the teacher, almost dropping her book when she realized who it was. 'Him....That's why they wanted me to come here...' She didn't care that he was here, she just didn't know he was teaching this class. She just moved to sit down, waving to her brother before she tried to relax. There was others here, and she moved to approach Sora. " Hi!" She smiled at the brown haired boy, she was enjoying this there was only boys in here so far it seemed. Not that it bugged her at all, she was just fine with that. She had waved to the others in the room to, she was just a social person. But most of the people here didn't seem to be to social. Or they just never were much of a people person.

She wouldn't care, though she had to wonder what her brother would think, she moved her bangs out her face, before tying back her hair again. It was long enough to be braided so that was what she had decided to do with it today.'A class with my brother as the teacher....smart move Silence...' She just picked a seat and placed her bag down not really feeling like sitting down. She liked to stick to the middle, it was just easier for her that way, and then she didn't have to deal with sitting that close to her brother.

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[atrb= style, font-family: arial; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #8ba2b9; border: 5px dotted #000000; color: 000000; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8] The sun was just coming up in the sky, casting a pink-ish glow along the horizon. However, by this time, Namine was already getting her school supplies together and preparing to head out the door. Arranging her notebooks, pencils, pens, sketchpad, and textbooks neatly in her messenger bag, she was almost ready to go. Now, all that was left was to get on her jacket and shoes and she was all set to start her day of classes. Pushing open her dorm door, she stepped out into the hallway. She quickly glanced up and down it, and was relieved to find no one else up. Making her way towards the door, she soon found herself outside in the open air. It was chilly, but not too cold. It made her happy that she had a sweater on. Heading towards the center of campus, she could now easily find the Golisano building. It was a somewhat hasty decision, and she hadn't been there for the first few days due to a slight schedule mix up with another first year's. Entering the building, Namine went up a flight of stairs before arriving in the hallway where the psychology classes were. Cautiously walking through the hall and looking for the psychology classroom Developmental Psychology was being held in. After a few minutes of walking, she soon found the right place near the middle of the hallway. Honestly, she expected the classroom to be empty. She would have preferred it if it were. But that was not so. Much to her surprise, and discomfort, there were already several students already in the class, and... they were eating? Hesitantly, she stepped into the classroom, wary of every pair of eyes that were present in the room, and might be looking at her. She didn't want to seem rude, but she ignored the teacher and found a seat in the back of the classroom quietly. She noticed another person also in the back, however she made sure to stay in the corner farthest away from him. Namine had to blame her shy-ness. Her mind then started to wander more on why everyone was here. Normally, one or two early students were here. But now, about four or five were here instead. Was it "Come to Class Early" Day or something? Maybe her strategy of avoiding notice by coming really early didn't work all the time. She'd have to rethink it later. For now, her attention focused to the front of the classroom, and the professor whom she assumed would start the lesson soon, when everyone arrived.

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[Cloud Strife]

I'm a nightmare, a disaster
That's what they always said
I'm a lost cause, not a hero
But I'll make it on my own
I've gotta prove them wrong
Me against the world
It's me against the world

Cloud lifted his head groggily from the pillow he’d been sleeping on. Not totally coherent he looked at the clock his tired mind didn’t really register the fact he was about to run late if he didn’t get out of bed. However, his body recognized the daily routine and began working on auto-pilot. Still half-asleep he got out of bed, took a quick shower before gathering his clothes for the day. A no sleeve t-shirt, low hip riding jeans, a precariously hanging spiked belt, scuffed sneakers and his hair in its usual gravity defying spikes. Without much thought he left his room and headed towards his class, psych. Great. Half of him wanted to turn right back around and just go back to bed the last time he went it’d been a complete disaster. Cloud let out a tired huff through his nose, his mind slowly but surely waking up but not quite there yet.

His eyes half-lidded and hands shoved in his pockets Cloud looked like his usual masked, emotionless self. Although most people, except those close to Cloud, wouldn’t recognize his current expression as ‘I might be walking but I’m actually asleep’ face. When his body arrived at the door to the room he stood outside of it for a moment, his slightly conscious mind dreading having to go back into the class. Running a tired hand through his locks he let it fall to his side and entered the class. Half registering the fact there was another man sitting at the desk instead of the other teacher. He paused for a moment as he did a quick once over before grunting a ‘good morning’ and moving on. Not bothering to look at who was in the class as he headed to the same window seat he had last time and collapsing into it.

Not bothering to look at the papers on his desk Cloud placed his head in his arms on the desk and slowly ebbed in and out of sleep. He knew he should try to wake up but yesterday night had totally taken it out of him. Work was beginning to kill him; entertaining squealing girls were causing him to have constant migraines as well. Between being president of the Host Club and a bartender at The Joker he was going to either die young or get tired of girls quickly. His mind slowly drifted in and out of consciousness registering voices but not really connecting them to names. He could do that when the teacher actually started class…or when he decided to wake up fully.

[Sora Yosuke Hiroaki]

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Well, the professor wasn’t far from the mark—Sora was starving, which really was no surprise, he was like a bottomless pit and was always hungry and never full. Oh! So that food was for them! That was great, because Sora had skipped breakfast and the items up front smells [and looked!] absolutely delicious, so much that his mouth had already begun to salivate. He glanced up at the Professor as he stepped up to Sora’s desk with a plate of dango and a cup of tea and felt his mouth go dry, biting his lip Sora muttered a quick, “Th-thank you, Professor.

[/color]” Funny, since he was usually never at a loss for words [unless he was thrust into an awkward situation that he didn’t have full comprehension of!], preferring to fill the silence with his incessant ramblings. But now? Well, he was a little intimidated by the older man. He didn’t know why, he just was. So, to get his mind off of it Sora took a bite of the delicious dumpling and closed his eyes, humming appreciatively. “Kyah! So good![/color]” He didn’t realize until a moment later that he’d screamed that out loud….until he opened his eyes, a sheepish grin lighting up his face in embarrassment.

Sora decided that he was going to like this Professor a lot more than the last one—he seemed laid back and not at all like the type of person who’d go out of his way to play some douchebaggy [my words, not Sora’s!] prank on his students just to see how they react to the situation. Poor Sora had almost collapsed from shock during his last Psychology class!

"So, are you replacing Professor Sekiyo or is he just taking the day off?"

He looked up as the voice of one of his fellow classmates broke the silence, the very same question had been dancing on the tip of his tongue ever since he’d entered the classroom but he couldn’t find it in himself to speak up and ask it himself. The islander really hoped that Cas-sensei wasn’t just a substitute, Sora liked his laid back, somewhat carefree attitude. Hey, maybe he’d even learn something in this class, yeah? Well, this is Sora we’re talking about so let’s try not to hold our breath here…

" Hi!"

The brunet jumped in his seat, his thoughts momentarily distracted from that of the new Professor, his attention now focused on the girl standing near him, a lazy, yet friendly, grin pulled at the corners of his lips, “Hi![/color]” He replied, equally as enthusiastic as she was.[/size][/div]

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[aster]

The indigo haired man had slowly opened his eyes this morning. Looking at the kid who was roomed with him, before he actually took the time and effort to be quiet when he ducked and weaved around the room. Usually if it were anyone else? He wouldn't be bothered about being quiet, he'd just do what he needed to do and get gone. However he knew this person had trouble sleeping and of course he was not going to make them wake up if they didn't need too.

Kei was a fragile little thing Aster knew that.

Making breakfast he put some aside for Kei for when he woke up. Ate his own got a shower grabbed a cup of coffee and then after he'd finished that got dressed and grabbed his stuff.

With that done he headed out of his dorm room. Taking the loooong trek to the class room. He did spot a few people along the way. His reputation was something that proceeded him, people knew him for his brute force when dealing with bullies and the like so they tended to avoid him. Not that he cared all that much. If anything he liked the quiet.

Shrugging as he reached the door he eyed the guy who was assumed to be playing teacher. Either that or they were a student.

"Guessing you're teach today, what happened to the other one? Did he get fired~?" A smile played on Aster's face before he looked at the food then back to the teacher. After which he gave the teacher an odd look and went to find a seat. Sitting down he put his bag under the desk placing a pen and notebook that he now realized he wouldn't need since the teacher had actually put notebooks out on the desks for them. Hell why didn't the guy just put pens there too then they'd all be set! Aster thought this was a little surreal. Maybe the guy who was their teacher was being nice because he was a psychopath or something and he was going to commit mass murder, then go about the whole university and kill every other student and teacher.

Okay so maybe Aster let his mind wander a little too far but who knows!? Maybe the guy really is a nutjob!!!!

[alex]

Alex yawned loudly as she woke up, pushing herself up in the bed hands either side of her. A tired look played on her face before she slung her legs over the side of the bed. Feet on the ground she got up and rubbed at her eyes. Now she plodded around the room still half asleep, shower, dressed, food, books, hair, binding... Everything was practically done before she moved and gave Zeran a shove.

"Oooiii get up we've got psych..." She woke the guy with food and a hot drink (Zeran can decide what that is xD) after which she sat on her bed stretching as she leaned over and grabbed her coat and hat. Shoving those on she slung her bag over her shoulder, made her bed and then set all of Zeran's things he'd need out.

"I'm going to set off, see you there yeah?" A nod of the head before she left the dorm room finally and then headed to the class.

Upon arrival she started looking around for her brunette boyfriend friend before she noticed where he was and some girl talking to him. Looks like he was always the social butterfly. Everyone wanted to talk to him. Lucky her. ._.

Forcing a smile she nodded at the teacher as a greeting before she took a walk to a seat on the opposite side of the room to Sora. Next to an open window. Using one arm to prop herself up she started to get her things out. After which she started to doodle on the notebook she'd brought with her. Since she noticed that there was a book there for her provided by the teach, she was doodling stick figures in her other one.

Hearts, stars, stick figures, a piggy, a kitty. The doodles went on. She wasn't going to pay much attention till the class was started, why? She didn't think she needed too, she already felt like a spare part right now.

[wynter]

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