[center][h1][color=sienna]Sepia Russet - Grimm Studies[/color][/h1][/center]

To say Sepia woke up feeling unwell would be an understatement. As she came to, her first thought was of just how [i]hot[/i] she was. The immense pile of fluffy blankets and pillows that formed a structure almost like a nest on her bed had metamorphosed into an oven at some point during the night and she was starting to feel thoroughly like an overcooked...something. [i]"Something sweaty, anyway."[/i] She ran a hand through slightly damp curls, surprised at its slight shakiness. [i]"Huh. I must be really hungry."[/i] Ignoring how her head pounded when she sat up, the dog faunus disentangled herself from the suffocating mess that used to be a bed before she twisted and turned in it all night. "I really hope Yue made food. The issue of how I've never so much as touched an oven isn't something I want to go through right now."

Hm. Maybe the other girl could teach her sometime. It would be nice to spend some non-mission time together.

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By the time she slid into one of the very last vacant seats in Grimm Studies, Sepia was very grateful for the lack of obstacles on her way to class. While she would normally jump at the chance to socialize, today was just not a good day for first impressions. At least her spot was in the back. Maybe if she made herself extra small during class, she wouldn't be called on for anything. [i]"If I get pulled down to fight, I'm definitely going to puke."[/i] Nausea had been building up all day, and even someone as admittedly slow as her could figure out why. Everyone here was just so [i]stressed[/i]. Between the student body of teen angst and Datura's wacky hormones, Sepia's semblance was starting to get on her nerves for more than just the usual reason.[i]"Buck up. It just means that there are people here who need help. It's not their fault that being a teenager is just one crisis after another."[/i] She chided herself internally.

The brunette leaned forward and propped her chin on her palm. Her eyelids drooped. Well, one did. The other felt...weird. A chill ran down her spine. [i]"I forgot to put it back."[/i] Quickly, she pulled down a section of hair to cover the left side of her face. A class where she would doubtlessly alternate between anxiety and sleepiness. It could be worse, really.