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[color=00A651]”My name is Rose Hadley, by the way. You look familiar. Do we share a class by any chance?”[/color]

Ah shit, the million-dollar question. Franc? Pound? Whatever. This girl wasn't sure if Leo was in a class with her either. Though, if Rose thought he looked familiar and he thought she looked familiar, they were probably familiar, right? Besides, he shouldn't assume everyone else was hyperobservant of their classmates if he wasn't. Plus he was usually wearing glasses in class; she might just not recogize him without them.

Either way, he took the offered hand and shook it with a relieved chuckle. [color=bb8f4c]"Probably. I was thinking the same thing but wasn't sure. I'm Leo. Uh, Leo Gremminger,"[/color] He greeted before he turned away and continued on his path to class. In contrast to the 'proper escort' he'd offered, Leo merely waved his hand as an invitation for Rose to join him.

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After classes, Leo found his way to the library. An idea for his next painting hit him right in the middle of Business Management, and he didn't want to risk walking all the way home and losing it in his usual scatterbrained daze. It had already taken tremendous self control to not start sketching the preliminary idea right in the middle of class, but Leo didn't think he heard a word the professor said in the meantime anyway. 

The boy had been lounging in a less-populated corner of the building for quite some time, slouched down in his chair like a lazy teenager in some boomer newspaper comic as he drummed the side of a pricy tablet with a matching stylus. His eyes slid indolently back and forth across the screen, surveying a loose sketch of an alleyway to no avail. It was missing... something. The banality of it wasn't the problem; he wanted a mundane scene, but he also wanted [i]some[/i] part of it to be eyecatching.

A sigh escaped him as he lulled his head backward in a sudden fit of dizziness. This was more exhausting than it should've been. Leo already knew if he winged it, it'd just look like shit, and the headache he was progressively generating was telling him to quit while he was behind. It was a sad day when even his hobby was too much of an obligation for him to follow through on.

Leo tucked his tablet back into his backpack and moved to stand, only for his body to give out as he crumpled back into his seat. Was he sick? It was a fight to keep his eyes open at this point. He wasn't sure if he just blinked or actually nodded off, but when his eyes reopened, the room was a lot darker. The telltale sound of rain was absent, so... ah, fuck, he seriously passed out until sundown. 

No, that wasn't quite it. It wasn't just dark, everything was hazy, like somebody decided to start chainsmoking indoors. It didn't smell though - still, his eyesight couldn't be [i]that[/i] bad. Leo stood up again - a far easier feat now that the dizzy spell had passed - and rubbed his eyes to try and dispel the fogginess. He needed to head home. Or to a hospital. It was a toss-up, honestly.

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