Lesson One

Mikah seemed to realize he was actually in the classroom when he took off his ear phones and allowed his hoodie to fall, revealing red streaked hair and bright blue eyes. His legs were on the desk's top as he had them crossed indian style there and he leaned on the seat, his notebook on his knee. Maybe he should put attention more often... Nah. He shrugged lightly as he began sketching assorted instruments on his paper's margin and looked around cluelessly.

Mikah looked up at her and shrugged lazily.
Kind of new and live in my own world.
He said lightly while pointing at an mp3 player that was hooked on his jeans.

I don't know, I think listening is classified as interesting to them. Quite disturbing.
He said with a small shudder as he began to add shading into his sketches.

I don't think they would notice anything. They block us out as fast as they start talking and only notice very sudden movements, like animals.
He said with a solemn nod.

Taking out anger on the defenceless paper?
He joked lightly.

Mikah didn't know how to handle that situation so all he could think of was to crouch in an attempt to see her face for reactions while he poked her shoulder with his mechanical pencil.
Hey, are you ok? I think dying is considered a sudden movement.
He said lightly, hoping she was just kidding or could at least hear him.

Mimosa began to wonder...are we ever going to start?

Mikah raised an eyebrow at her but shrugged lightly.
Yeah, they can.

Or you can just take a nap, that's what I'vebeen doing for a while now.
He said with a grin.