Toa Lorns gazes down at you blankly. You just told him that the teacher had called for him, and he doesn't seem to be excited.

Toa sighs. "The teacher can wait." His voice is monotone, and he waves his hand to signal he's not going.

"Why should I care what the teacher needs? I don't care about him. It's not like it's important in the long run."

Rather than what you asked, he picks up a book from the shelf and sits down, his expression not changing.