[ While he's got a good reason to be here, Walter moves as quietly as he can through the empty halls, ever subconsciously expecting someone to shout at him to leave, get out, stay away. Nothing comes, though, and he takes solace in the silence.
He might not have spotted Alessa if he hadn't been scouring the hall for any sign of his book. And coincidentally, as things tend to be for their sort, he took a rest in the same couch Alessa is sleeping in now, waiting for his professor to be free to speak with him.
Luckily for Alessa, Walter doesn't readily recognize her by appearance. They were raised under different sects and separated largely due to the fact that Alessa had a mother there and Walter did not. Seeing someone asleep in the hall, though, after hours, is a bit curious. The young man pauses momentarily, appraising the girl from afar. She almost looked too young to be a student here, but he's no sort of expert on that matter. Did she just fall asleep there between classes, expecting just a nap? Is she sick?
Walter approaches slowly, cautiously, hands coming up to twist around the strap of his schoolbag. Should he wake her? Oh, but he's never been good with girls, even from afar. They hate him, mostly, like to laugh at him and talk amongst themselves whenever he's out of earshot. He's not stupid, though. And even now, while he'd like to touch her to see if she's alright... She'd probably wake up screaming.
So he's just going to stand there for another couple minutes, looking at her. Because that's not creepy at all. ]
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He might not have spotted Alessa if he hadn't been scouring the hall for any sign of his book. And coincidentally, as things tend to be for their sort, he took a rest in the same couch Alessa is sleeping in now, waiting for his professor to be free to speak with him.
Luckily for Alessa, Walter doesn't readily recognize her by appearance. They were raised under different sects and separated largely due to the fact that Alessa had a mother there and Walter did not. Seeing someone asleep in the hall, though, after hours, is a bit curious. The young man pauses momentarily, appraising the girl from afar. She almost looked too young to be a student here, but he's no sort of expert on that matter. Did she just fall asleep there between classes, expecting just a nap? Is she sick?
Walter approaches slowly, cautiously, hands coming up to twist around the strap of his schoolbag. Should he wake her? Oh, but he's never been good with girls, even from afar. They hate him, mostly, like to laugh at him and talk amongst themselves whenever he's out of earshot. He's not stupid, though. And even now, while he'd like to touch her to see if she's alright... She'd probably wake up screaming.
So he's just going to stand there for another couple minutes, looking at her. Because that's not creepy at all. ]