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Porrim gave a warm smile, nodding her head and starting to almost absently doodle a design onto a corner of paper. Sorry history of art in Greek architecture, a dress of roughly Victorian design is far more interesting.

"Yeah I understand what you mean." Nepeta responded, nodding. 

Porrim glanced at the clock, and looked about to speak before she glanced again, actually taking in the time this time and giving a sigh. Still far too much class to go.

Nepeta's feet ceased kicking when she picked up her eraser to begin absent mindedly playing with it once again. After thinking about it a second, she nodded in agreement. 

Nepeta kicked her feet, placing her gloved hands at the edge of her chair as they swung back and forth. “I’m mostly here because I thought it was an interesting class. So far, the teacher has proved me wrong.” she said with an exhaled laugh. 

Porrim gave a small sigh, grinning with a sort of rueful expression on her face, closing her book and stretching her arms above her head, making no show of not being bored.

"Ah, I can understand that" she said with a small giggle. "I'm not quite sure what I want to do in college yet, the concept seems sort of scary." she admitted.

Kanaya was about to meet up with her ‘friend’ Eridan, shutting her dorm door as she entered the hall. Her ears perked up in sight of a young girl around her age, groaning in irritation. The meddling Maryam walked over to the girl, peering down at her with jaden eyes. She had a slightly less-green color scheme, waning towards yellow. 

Whirling around yet again, Nepeta's mouth widened into a smile at her angel. "I'm so sorry but could you pleeeaase help me to my dorm? I'm new here, and i don't have a clue where I'm going. I think I've gone in a circle at least three times and i just-"

And those rumours would get worse once summer hit and she could start to show off the new tattoo she's been working on on her back. She didn't mind though, really. People who avoided her for the rumours she didn't need, people who sought her for the rumours would find themselves disappointed and discarded, and people who she befriended based on her own human merit would do so with ambivalence for the rumours.

Nepeta kicked her feet, placing her gloved hands at the edge of her chair as they swung back and forth. "I'm mostly here because I thought it was an interesting class. So far, the teacher has proved me wrong." she said with an exhaled laugh. 

Porrim had spent a lot of her class sighing. She was fine with having to do some of the painting and other art courses she had to for her lessons, even if she wasn’t the least bit interested in them. But she absolutely had no interest in art history.

Flashing a sheepish smile, Nepeta nodded. "Art history is among my least favorite classes... and yours as well I'm assuming." The class work was dreadfully boring, not to mention tedious. It was a difficult class to enjoy.