'Psychology'. that was a class, Isaac was sure. Whether or not he had that class was a completely different story. The blond Adept turned the knob and peeked through the crack between the door and its frame. The classroom was empty as he had seen it. Oh, perphaps he was just early?
"E-Excuse me?" he stuttered, unnerved by the serious lack of students. He had anticipated otherwise. "T-This is the psychology office, right?" He had thought that 'office' meant classroom and promptly walked into the room even though he hadn't received an answer.
Ah...he could feel his face redden and he was certain that if another student didn't walk in and soon, he'd begin the slow but sure breaking down process. Oh, Isaac could see it. His knees would start shaking, his hands would wrap tightly around the binder he carried, his voice would crack, his face would bury itself into his load, and his cheeks would come to the full tomato-red blush they usually did when the Adept met someone new.
July 6th, 9 AM
"E-Excuse me?" he stuttered, unnerved by the serious lack of students. He had anticipated otherwise. "T-This is the psychology office, right?" He had thought that 'office' meant classroom and promptly walked into the room even though he hadn't received an answer.
Ah...he could feel his face redden and he was certain that if another student didn't walk in and soon, he'd begin the slow but sure breaking down process. Oh, Isaac could see it. His knees would start shaking, his hands would wrap tightly around the binder he carried, his voice would crack, his face would bury itself into his load, and his cheeks would come to the full tomato-red blush they usually did when the Adept met someone new.
"I-Is there a place to sit?"