It was about half an hour into the block, and somehow it had ended up into this.

You don't pretend to understand how ideas flow from one point to another through small compatibilities— so least to say you wouldn't be able to explain how the conversation got to this topic.

Or rather how you had gotten comfortable enough to have started ranting about your special interest/current hyperfixation.

While some were absentmindedly doodling on paper, such as the likes of Ruby and Aasim, who were still listening intently, the others had completely abandoned the activity in favour of listening to you go on and on.

Louis was nodding along every few seconds to make it clear he was listening— although whether he was understanding it all could be up for interpretation.

Aasim and Ruby, who are sitting next to each other, lull in-between sketching and listening to you blabber on, sometimes raising a brow or making a 'huh' sound in interest.

Violet has her fair share of snarky comments to give, but most of them are just disguised questions about your interest, an intent gleam in her eyes as she leans forward in her seat, chin resting on an open palm.

Clementine's head is tilted and her hand rests on the bill of her hat with pursed brows, trying to follow along your hyperactive stream of consciousness, making a humming sound every once in a while.

"A what now?" Mitch has an arched brow in confusion, the last sentence you reverbed already bouncing around his head and going straight out his other ear.