<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CbThKQ5.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location</strong>: Library Stacks<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Alundra OPEN<hr/>Nyx was just moving to put the noise cancelling headphones on when they noticed that look. Confused, they twisted in their set to look for someone, anyone behind them. Then, slowly, they looked down at the headphones in their hand.<em>Come on, no one has opinions that strong about accessories, do they?</em>Licking their lips, they looked up toward the smaller person and blinked. The look was gone, smoothed over, but Nyx could read that body posture. The girl was on the edge of rabbiting.<em>The actual fuck?</em>They looked down at their headphones again then to their cellphone where the app was still open and MCR still showed. Frowning, they looked up suddenly. They felt the bangs receding even as their dander got up. Setting the headphones down deliberately, they reached up to pull an eyelid down, their nose scrunched up, and their pink tongue darted out as Nyx pulled a face at the flaming snowball. Did the girl only have two modes: on fire and icy nothing?<br/><br/>Sighing, Nyx ran a hnd through their hair and picked up their headphones again. What would their mother have said? Nyx rolled their eyes again, but it was directed internally this time. Looking at Alundra again, a look of contrition rolled its way over their features.<strong>"Look, I said I'm sorry. Good grief. MCR ain't that bad and I don't bite unless you ask very nicely. Now, can you please sit down and not stare at me? I get that enough from the Normies."</strong><br/><br/>Their apology given, they pulled their headphones close and put them on. A quick tap sent msuic tumping into their ears as they pulled the book on elementals up to hide their face. A moment or two passes as they quietly read the first few sentences of a description of the general category of water spirits. Silently, they reached down and pulled a notebook out of their backpack and opened it with one hand. They had to lay the book back down to trace a finger along a passage as they transribed it into the notebook,<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><strong>"Deep, emotional, and borderline... psychic? Psht, sure. I'm about as psychic as a frog. I should ask the Prof about that though."</strong></span>They flipped the page and saw the picture of a frog spirit,<strong>"Eeeee! Cute!"</strong>They slapped their hand over their mouth quickly and looked around panicky. Bopping their own forehead with the heel of their hand, they turned back to the page. Then, tearing a page from their notebook, they started to trace the picture. As they worked, their head bobbed in time to the music and their tongue was stuck through their teeth as they concentrated.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><strong>"Man, wish I could be a cute little frog. Awww, look at youw itty-bitty toesies."</strong></span>