Even having solved the riddle quickly, the Morbid Socialite was still one of the last to arrive. It was an entirely intentional state, having stayed at a distance from the dome for some time before deigning to enter. They'd spent a few minutes watching someone scale the side of the dome and disappear, watched yet another become distracted by the various buildings that dotted the Benthic Campus, then thought it best to cease the delay. While arriving later than most was entirely in the fashion, a move to draw attention to one's self, it was in poor taste to arrive late and brought about entirely the wrong attention.
The Socialite's heels clicked satisfyingly against the tile, the sound echoing about him as he walked into the classroom and found a seat in the second row, just right of the middle. He set his hat to the side and retrieved his stationary from his bag: a gladstone model, just as one might expect of a doctor, holding a great number of supplies, only half of which they thought might be useful in a classroom setting. Hidden among his assortment of supplies was a small stoat, winter coat permanent and stark. She crawled up his arm and settled herself on the brim of the hat set on the desk, wide-eyed and attentive.
Stationary retrieved and assembled in working order, the Socialite gazed around the room, taking stock of his fellow classmates before the Academic could arrive, golden eyes glancing over and through every individual in turn.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-11 02:34 pm (UTC)The Socialite's heels clicked satisfyingly against the tile, the sound echoing about him as he walked into the classroom and found a seat in the second row, just right of the middle. He set his hat to the side and retrieved his stationary from his bag: a gladstone model, just as one might expect of a doctor, holding a great number of supplies, only half of which they thought might be useful in a classroom setting. Hidden among his assortment of supplies was a small stoat, winter coat permanent and stark. She crawled up his arm and settled herself on the brim of the hat set on the desk, wide-eyed and attentive.
Stationary retrieved and assembled in working order, the Socialite gazed around the room, taking stock of his fellow classmates before the Academic could arrive, golden eyes glancing over and through every individual in turn.