People starting to walk into class? must be close to starting then...or close to a bunch of preps walking into class to take the front seats. Conner looked up from his drawing as someone was talking in his general vicinity. He looked left, then right, confirming that it was him being spoken to. Class hadn't started yet, and it wasn't the teacher...A classmate? "I am drawing an answer to the question, I am puzzled to the question so don't ask for it though, but if you do know the answer, do pray tell." He smiled. It was a common response when he didn't know how to share what he was drawing. Simply telling people 'abstract art, I am fusing a raven with a desk.' "Art is about freedom, so you can interpert it as you would like." He put his pencil down after staring at his drawing for another moment, "The name is Conner, What is yours?" He held out his hand to shake, rather polity.