Kalustrata watched the girl’s physical reaction to her question as much as she listened to her words. Body language always communicated more than verbal language anyway. Demons spoke with their bodies, whether it was an intimidating posture or a subtle flair of a more desirable body part. Either way, Kalustrata was studying each and every part of this girl that moved in reaction to her words. The girl didn’t take kindly to her question, but she didn’t give much away. Instead, Kalustrata watched her lips curl into a smirk and speak as if the question didn’t bother her in the slightest. It must have, but this girl didn’t show it. She was decent at hiding her feelings, a trait that many humans did not have. If Kalustrata wasn’t so bent on warring against the human race and freeing her fellow demons, she might have appreciated this girl’s skills.<i>Alas, it’s not meant to be. <br/>
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“Why else would I be taking history?” </i>she asked back, voice sweet but knowing the weight of her words. Kalustrata had tried to read on human customs in order to blend in, but since she had been so absorbed in her thoughts during the night, her brain hadn’t held that much information. Luckily, it didn’t seem like there was much to being a student, so she really just had to pretend to know a few subjects to get by. It was enough, especially if she didn’t interact with anyone. She knew she couldn’t get away with being completely isolated, but she knew she didn’t need this level of conversation that the girl was now providing. It was as if Kalustrata’s sneer had opened a door, one that was only closed by the appearance of their supposed teacher. She didn’t look much older than some of the students, and her askew glasses threatened to fall off her face as she set a pile down on the desk. Her suit had wrinkles in the sleeves and her hair stuck out in odd directions, despite some attempt to comb it down.<br/><br/>Kalustrata hated her before she even spoke her name, and the demon grit her teeth and clicked her pen a few times to release the stress in her closed fist. Though the professor was able to fall into some semi-intelligent speech and start her lecture, her voice grated on Kalustrata’s ears. She was just so<i>happy</i>to be there; who could be happy in such a boring place, such a boring<i>world</i>?<br/><br/>The demon cast glances at the pink haired girl periodically throughout the lecture, but she seemed engrossed in her notes and didn’t notice.<i>So many humans let their guard down when they find their passions</i>, she thought. But, then again, she knew demons were the same, only their passions lay in killing and pleasuring themselves in many different ways. Kalustrata herself had taken part in such passions too many times to count. For a moment, she found herself missing her home world. Then she remembered that as soon as she got the<i>Loh’skaran, this</i>would be her home world.<br/><br/>The lecture flew by, and students were shuffling out of their seats before Adeyo had finished listing off all the pages for something called “homework.” This class had already been a chore, and now she was expected to do more? It was a good thing she wasn’t actually a student, or she might have failed out of every class.<br/><br/>The pink haired girl moved before Kalustrata did, as she was sitting closer to the aisle. The demon was content to sit there for a while and figure out what irked her about the professor beyond her haphazard entrance and cheery voice. However, she was jarred from her thoughts as a flare of magical energy shuddered up her arm and dissipated into her bicep. Her nails dug into the desk as she gripped the bottom of it, but she didn’t move. The girl had bumped her, and it shouldn’t have done more than give her a little static shock. This was much more than that, and to top it off, the girl apologized and then touched her again, this time on the shoulder. Kalustrata fought the urge to fling the girl over the desk and down the lecture hall, but such force was usually frowned upon in the human world. Those kinds of tactics were better left to the actual violence demons anyway.<br/><br/>Kalustrata let out a huff of annoyance, but the girl kept touching her, going as far as to thank her. Kalustrata hadn’t done much of anything, so she simply canted her head in a small nod at her words. There was a joke in there somewhere, but the attempt at humor was lost on the demon as she stood.<br/><br/><i>“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Nice to meet you, um?”</i><br/><br/>It occurred to her then that she didn’t know the girl’s name, even though she didn’t particularly care. Names were more important to humans than demons anyway, so she glanced over at the girl and said, “Kallie... Kallie Strauss.” It was a common enough surname that it wouldn’t raise any suspicions, seeing as her full name would have alerted someone that she wasn’t normal. “And you are?” she asked, shouldering the small purse she brought after stuffing the notebook inside. “I could just call you Robe Girl if you want,” she added with a bit of a grin. If she was going to have to keep interacting with this girl, she was going to make her own fun while doing it.