He wrinkled his nose at her as she came up with names for him. They weren't very interesting. "I'm not a quartz or a picasso. I'm a Zeke." He took her hand, pulling her gently along as they retraced their steps to the dorms. He explained as they went; "Icy is a girl who makes things cold. So she's icy. Yellow makes plants grow, but his eyes are this funny yellow colour and so he's yellow. You make music and have a singing violin, so you are Viola. I'm a Zeke because I do what Zeke does." He stopped in the foyer of the dorms and spun around, trying to guess where her room was.

Then he spotted a shadow on the ceiling that make a very interesting shape. Distracted, he started drawing it, the way it overlapped with a sunbeam from a different window but was still far enough away that it was darker than the other parts of the ceiling. He had, however underestimated the crowd, and he was bumped four times before he wiped the drawing away with a mumbled whine. "People getting in the way and ruining my picture and nyaaaa." He folded his arms and pouted.

[@Pseudo Stygian]