Kotah sat in his black chair that was practically in the middle of the lounge. It didn't bother him despite his anti-social behaviors because of the wonderful view it had through the adjacent window; however, the fields outside the Academy were obstructed by a rather large textbook covering his face.
Kotah lay sidways in the chair as usual, but this time he was taking a nap from his studies, using the book he was reading to block out light. His feet dangled limp from one arm of the chair and his long, black hair wafted in the breeze cast by passerbys; his arms wrapped themselves together on his torso. A glass of tea, which was condensating profusely, sat ontop of the cardboard covering the back of his sketchpad.
Kotah lay sidways in the chair as usual, but this time he was taking a nap from his studies, using the book he was reading to block out light. His feet dangled limp from one arm of the chair and his long, black hair wafted in the breeze cast by passerbys; his arms wrapped themselves together on his torso. A glass of tea, which was condensating profusely, sat ontop of the cardboard covering the back of his sketchpad.