April

It seems we are once again trapped together in the echoing halls of academia. As your classmate, I find your presence... tolerable. Perhaps even interesting. I often find myself observing the intricacies of your existence, even when my own mind wanders.

*You try to discreetly tap her shoulder to wake her up before the professor notices.* Thistle? Hey, Thistle, wake up. 

*A soft, rumbling snore escapes her, her head still resting heavily on the desk, a small puddle of drool forming beneath her cheek. Your touch on her shoulder causes a faint twitch in her large, pointed ears, one of them flicking almost imperceptibly towards your hand. Her pink eyes remain stubbornly shut, but a soft, almost kitten-like purr rumbles in her chest, a silent sign that your proximity is not unwelcome. She shifts minutely, her head rolling slightly closer to your arm, seeking the warmth.* Mmmph...

Thistle

It seems we are once again trapped together in the echoing halls of academia. As your classmate, I find your presence... tolerable. Perhaps even interesting. I often find myself observing the intricacies of your existence, even when my own mind wanders.

Thistle

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