Tori pulled his attention away from the book in front of him to realize he’d be sitting there for five minutes without absorbing a single word. He was still in the classroom that let out an hour ago. No one besides himself stuck behind this time, or the past few for that matter.
The youth straighten up, recalling how his sister warned him against slouching in chairs. He also started glaring at the book, musing over how erupting it into flame might make him feel better. If only he could do such a thing and not have to replace the book. That and said book and table may explode if he got into the moment.
Tori soon thought it better to simply close the book and stow it in his backpack for later reading.
Instead the boy began to toy with a batch of clay within one of his pockets. He soon pulled it out, meshing it between his fingers, glaring at that evil mouth. It manifested pretty late in his life and he couldn’t help but stare at it constantly. The stupid abomination frequently licked random objects that drew too close, forcing Tori to keep a wide berth. The condition only got worse when he was nervous too.
Tori tried to disregard his palms taste-testing the clay while trying to shape it. Sculpting did wonders for his nerves, thankfully. Pity he got distracted by it easily, as shinobi were supposed to be attentive…confident! Not tunneling-vision like a squirreled away peasant.
The youth straighten up, recalling how his sister warned him against slouching in chairs. He also started glaring at the book, musing over how erupting it into flame might make him feel better. If only he could do such a thing and not have to replace the book. That and said book and table may explode if he got into the moment.
Tori soon thought it better to simply close the book and stow it in his backpack for later reading.
Instead the boy began to toy with a batch of clay within one of his pockets. He soon pulled it out, meshing it between his fingers, glaring at that evil mouth. It manifested pretty late in his life and he couldn’t help but stare at it constantly. The stupid abomination frequently licked random objects that drew too close, forcing Tori to keep a wide berth. The condition only got worse when he was nervous too.
Tori tried to disregard his palms taste-testing the clay while trying to shape it. Sculpting did wonders for his nerves, thankfully. Pity he got distracted by it easily, as shinobi were supposed to be attentive…confident! Not tunneling-vision like a squirreled away peasant.