[He waves a hand at the offer to change classes, not bothering to hide the face he pulls at it. History? Definitely not his thing.]
I might be. [He feigns nonchalance, then, but the way his arms fold tighter across his chest and how his frown deepens give him away, despite his otherwise relaxed posture. His eyes go out the window, trying to complete the look of indifference that, unfortunately for him, is completely see through.] What of it?
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I might be. [He feigns nonchalance, then, but the way his arms fold tighter across his chest and how his frown deepens give him away, despite his otherwise relaxed posture. His eyes go out the window, trying to complete the look of indifference that, unfortunately for him, is completely see through.] What of it?