The Pandaren accepted the voluptuous Draenei's help and held her hand as he got himself up, though whether she had actually helped pull his weight up can be questioned. The Pandaren would bend back down and hastily attempt to cram all of his belongings back into his bag, maybe while taking a view or two at the enormous rack that hung before him. The moment she had asked, "Late of classes?" He would immediately respond, without giving her eye contact,<b>"Not really, I forgot to reset my alarm clock when its battery died, so I could be if I don't hurry."</b><br/><br/>It was quite a bother on how much items he had brought, a good majority of them being the written notes that he had to reorganize and resort as they got scattered across the ground. The process of doing so however, would be more troublesome than usual, primarily because of the distracting view that stood before him. And he couldn't get the feeling of those breasts he ran into out of his mind.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>