You sit in class, you sit near the back by a window, you are doodling away with finished school work stacked neatly in the corner of your desk for the teacher to grab. Dee is unsure of why you are always sitting alone despite him doing the same thing. He's known you to make quick friends in the past as he's seen you talking with other students.
"Hm."
He hums, watching from a distance out of the corner of his eye. For some reason he's become infatuated with your strange behavior.
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