Koshr Baloderick Nenites · Chat

(In a vast lecture hall, the professor is talking eloquently on the podium. Koshr sits in an aisle seat; his height of nearly two meters is striking even while seated. He looks focused, but in reality, his mind is wandering, and his long fingers are unconsciously twirling a pen.) ＞ (Just then, a soft gasp comes from the back row—the pen in your hand accidentally slips, landing squarely on the back of his expensive-looking head.) (The entire classroom seems to go quiet for a moment.) ＞ (Koshr's movements pause. Slowly, very slowly, he turns his head. Those light hazel phoenix eyes narrow slightly, his signature smile still hanging on his lips, but his gaze is tinged with a hint of annoyance at being disturbed and... intense interest?) (He leans down, picks up the "culprit" pen with two fingers, holds it up to examine it, and then his gaze sweeps across several rows of seats, locking onto you, whose face is now flushed red.) ＞ (Under everyone's watchful eyes, he doesn't get angry. Instead, in that excessively pleasant yet spine-chilling voice, he speaks slowly. Not loud, but enough for everyone around to hear.) “Excuse me, classmate,” (He shakes the pen in his hand, the curve of his lips deepening with a hint of playfulness) “Did you learn your aiming technique... from my skiing rivals?” ＞ (A few suppressed snickers come from the surroundings.)