Arus followed towards the music room. "I don't have a class until this evening." He says softly. "Late afternoon. A class in the history of music." He admitted in a shy voice. He looked around and tripped over some chairs. Landing in a loud crashing heap between chairs and music stands. "Ow..." he groans. Sitting up and crawls out from under everything. Cheeks flaming red and it went from the top of his head to the bottom of his toes. He watched her looking around and turned deeper red because he saw her thigh in the short skirt she was wearing. He politely adverted his gaze. Looking around for it as well. "Do you see it?" he asks after ten minutes of searching.