Lawrence hated to be late from things. Sure, he had been asked specifically to arrive a little later, probably so that he wouldn't spill the beans on the whole deal that the new girl's payment for this education was going to be. It still hadn't made it any easier. Two alerts just to be sure and the bigger Lawrence by his side just so he could be talked out of any ideas to go earlier… and still it took him all he could muster to not just waltz right on out there and be in class those usual ten minutes early. Gritting his teeth together, he'd been trying to put together a presentation with his friend, given they both had to be presenting it next week, but progress had ground to a halt as he kept on shifting anxiously in his seat. Breaking someone out of their own habits didn't end up too well all that often, did it now? The centaur by his side sighed for the umpteenth time as Lawrence once again lost the point in the middle of the sentence he was both writing and speaking out loud. They were both just as deep stuck in the "please end this torment" territory by the time the two alarms of their phones fired off that there was but one collective sigh of relief from them. "Well, good luck in class. I'll keep on looking to this material, you'll do your part on your free time after lunch when I'm busy with other stuff right? You remember what you got?" the deep voiced centaur Lawrence reminded his friend, who would nod. They had talked about that. Now he just needed to make it to the class that he did his TA work in.<br/><br/>And even with him deliberately delaying his departure like this, nothing had managed to slow down his steps once he had actually been freed from his self-assigned prison. He was early by a minute and a half still, very efficient of him given he'd counted he'd be one late, but apparently that was just how he was. The lights were unusually dim, but he knew the many eyestalks pushing out from his back, few from his sleeves, a couple even breaking out of the pockets whose bottoms he had to have had cut open. At least they were lenient enough with the dress code if the student's anatomy just didn't want to play nice with the usual type of clothing. In a place like S. Atir's, that was more or less a given though. There was no way everyone could rock one specific kind of dress. Unless they were someone like Hugh. But not everyone in here was Hugh. Case in point, Lawrences one and two. And one might just have a look at the gallery here and oh so many other examples of the unusual would come right to light.<br/><br/>Speaking of coming to light, he would approach the new girl now too, letting his form be seen out of the backlight that had shown her his silhouette and the reflection from his big eye, but now one could make out more. His skin was ridiculously pale, like someone had taken freshly fallen snow and decided this was a good colour for a person's skin. Sometimes vampire's said they were jealous of him in that regard. But then again, they never had to deal with the grey goop that occasionally surfaced, yet thankfully Lawrence had managed to scrub all of that off from anywhere that was visible for all the time that he'd spent around other people with the very rare exception of Hugh and the other Lawrence during all nighters. But the most notable thing had to be the numerous lightly yellow eyes, red blood vessels criss crossing in those tinted "whites", gathering together in the middle where they formed a red iris for a pupil that came with a hole in the centre from whence an unbroken circle of the yellow "white" could be seen. And this was present in all of his eyes, if just the main eye having the pattern of the vessels easy to follow. The smaller eyes danced on the tips of almost flower like structures whose black segmented stems were of the same colour as the messy a little too deep black hair, petal like structures functioning as eyelids by closing around those smaller eyes every now and then. "I am Lawrence. Pleasure to meet you. I hope our work together will be fruitful", he greeted Lori, flashing a too wide smile of sharp as daggers teeth. A menacing expression, despite his good intentions. He had not offered her his hand, for the class seemed to be already starting.<br/><br/>While the professor was delivering his starting words, assuming that he wasn't currently addressing anything about the teaching personnel or talking directly to either of them, Lawrence would mutter a few more words from the corner of his mouth. "Really, it's great to have you here", he managed to say in a half whisper. "All we had when I was taking this course was Barbara, and with her the teaching can only go so far. She ain't a person, you know? Not the same as a live model", he added, clearing his throat and looking the most inconspicuous he could with all his eyestalks suddenly turning to look into random directions, very clearly seeing the professor looking in his direction even if his main eye was scanning the crowd. What had he missed? He hoped it wasn't anything terribly important.