The look from the professor was not entirely surprising but it wasn't nearly as intimidating as the old man had hoped. Kalen had seen the face of death and laughed, this old man was nothing new. Next Tuesday? Well, if today was Thursday, that was close enough... not really. Considering they only had the class twice a week and it was Thursday. He obviously assumed that they'd get together after class.

But the way the professor seemed so irate and irritated was only slightly amusing to Kalen. What had he expected? The students to just grovel and accept his attempt to have some power over them just because he wanted his class to be the most important one out of all of their classes?

He taught history of all things--nobody but teachers were majoring in history. Kalen definitely wasn't one of them.

He leaned back in his chair again, more or less content with what the man had given to them. Kalen's eyes flicked up to the clock, noting the fact that it had been only a half hour. They still had another hour of the lecture to go.

Oh fun. This was going to be a long, boring and useless class.

While it might appear that he was taking notes, Kalen was idly doodling on the sides of his notebook. It wasn't much, just looked like a fancy frame that... framed his notes. What he did take. His non-dominant hand rested on the desk of his chair, propping his head up, fingers tangled in his dark hair. Sure, he was "on the radar" but it didn't seem like he particularly cared.

They were all adults there as far as he was concerned, therefore, the professor would either treat them with such dignity or he would be heavily ... inclined to do so. One way or another.

Now granted, his notes were somewhat thorough. Ish. They had the important information listed and sources on how to find them and where to find them. That was part of the idea. Study about it on his own time when he could make it "fun" or at least less boring to learn.

His ears picked up the sound of a bouncing leg. But it was the bounce of ADHD, or boredom, it was... forced almost. Interesting. He was unbothered by the feeling of eyes on him. He couldn't care less about that feeling. He was used to having eyes on him. It was a natural occurrence after all.

As class neared an end, he gathered the notebook and shoved it into a backpack. One hand swung the backpack up and over his shoulder. Several students exited almost immediately after they could safely do so. The Miss Mazekin was one of them. He figured she would.

Kalen held back, however, to start chatting with other students as they walked out the doors. The cafeteria was nice and all but he wanted something better than mediocre school food. Besides, Papa Hemera would have his head. A Hemera didn't eat mediocre food. They ate the best or they made it themselves. Considering he didn't have a full kitchen in his dorm... he'd have to make do with what was around.

"I was panicking," one student gushed, "picking a partner in a day? Does he understand what kind of pressure that entails?"

"Aren't you going to get a job?" The blond young man--someone by the name of Cyrus--prompted. "I mean, everyone does right? It's so hard to go through college and not take a job, it's too expensive. I have an interview at a warehouse today after my second class."

Kalen leaned back from eating his lunch and tilted his head for a moment. "I thought about it but with my schedule the way it is, I don't entirely know if I'll have time."

"Packed it?"

"Well, no,but I do have to think about my resume as well," the young man prompted, "that's what I gotta think about too. Is a part time, entry level job going to look good on my resume? For you guys, it will, but where I was already up in management in my home business... it'll look like I took a step backwards."

Trina, the young woman from class, let out a breathless noise. "Wow. That's so smart."

Kalen shook his head. "For me it'll be better to show the gap in my resume as taking school and going to class and college for the degree I am."

Also the fact that Papa Hemera had threatened his head if he had even dared take a job while he was out there. He wanted him to enjoy time, relax, take classes and take care of himself. He did not want him running himself ragged--like he knew he would.

"There's a band on Sunday," Cyrus prompted, changing the subject. "It's free entry."

"Dry?"

"Oh indubitably," Cyrus scoffed and shook his head, his arms crossed over his chest. "It's on campus ground, of course it's going to be dry. They're not allowed to have anything else. Unless you count sodas and waters."

Trina bobbed her head. "It's going to be fun. I heard it's a student's brother trying to get their band up off the ground," she offered eagerly.

Kalen thought for a moment or two, weighing his options. If he did go, he could have fun and run the option of being noticed. But, at the same time, if they lied and it wasn't dry... that ran the risk of his reputation.

"I might pop by and see how it is," Kalen finally relented. It couldn't be that bad to just show up and look. If it was dry and okay, stick around. If it wasn't, just leave.