Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30622263-20170220220908/@comment-26958589-20170221211931

Two quiet thuds filled the classroom in quick succession. The first came as her classmate dropped a box onto her desk. The second came when she dropped her book in surprise - she had been leaning down to put it in her bag when he approached her.

A stream of loud questions came from the classmate, following the first thud, most of which Philomela missed. Tired and pale? All-nighters? Her hands grew sweaty as she picked up her books from the floor, a weight growing in her chest. The student wasn’t annoyed at her… was he?

Philomela sat up straight again, putting her books on the table and making eye contact with the student attempting to talk to her. If she remembered correctly, he was called Florian Red and they shared various classes, though they had never talked. He usually sounded unimpressed and today was apparently no different: he was frowning.

“...Why are you putting your lunch on my desk…?” Was the only reply Philomela could muster as her eyes shifted to look at the box on her desk. Philomela only ever ate the food in the Castleteria, so this box had to be his. Perhaps it had been stolen and Florian figured that she did it? She didn’t know, but the weight in her chest grew heavier just thinking about the possibilities.