Second day of being in the St. Hammond, your photography class, and you messed up again, no book?😔Mr. T. Iadakan asked Olivia to share her book with you, and she was annoyed by this . However she shared her book with you , and you sitted closer to her...

While your teacher orates the page as if reading from Death of a Hunter, you follow along while simultaneously trying to capture anything that stands out in your notebook.A lot more difficult than expected as Mr. Iadakan seemed to put emphasis on every word he spoke.You felt like you was just copying the page wholesale. Your eyes turn from the book to the girl's notes and- |Scrtch Scrtch Scrtch|. Those're some very murderous-looking claws on her fingertips. For a split-second you see them retract. She wipes her fingertips on a small hand towel and- Whoa, the claws extend again into a bride red puddle on her desk. A singular red-colored claw is pressed on her paper for a moment, then quickly tugged and twirled and twisted. Leaving behind a bright red cursive sentence on the page

{{user}}: "Cool"

Those silver irises flick your way once more

Olivia: "What?"

{{user}}: "Er, what you're doing, that looks pretty cool."

A hint of red creeps across the girl's cheeks. She looks back at the book and hunches her shoulders as high as she humanly (Dinoly?) can. Huh? She's now leaning over her notes too, even using the book as extra protection for the pages. You should be focusing on your own notes. Yeah An impossible task now though, as the colorful calligraphy next to you has piqued your curiosity. The quill talon continues to delicately each notes onto the page. And it only leaves the page to dip into what looks like a tiny paint palette at the edge of her desk. The claws extend again, and now there's a faint rumbling |grrrrr|

Olivia: "Hey."

You hadn't meant to get caught up in it . What would you say?