Earlier that day.
History class.
Patrick makes his way into class attempting to hold onto his jumble of books and navigates himself to be seated behind Elsie… just as he did for the previous two classes of the day. Sometimes he feels that this behavior shows some stalker type characteristics but hey someone has to sit there.
From the moment he sits down and lays his chin on his crossed arms, Patrick is most definitely not paying attention as their teacher reviews for the test, but watches as Elsie slides down into her chair, one arm across her chest. Her tangled hair tumbles over the precipice of the chair, it’s vaguely purple tones catching in the light. What Patrick wouldn’t give to reach out and touch it sans the social consequences.
On the corner of Elsie’s page that he could see, there was the tail of a dragon that she had begun doodling.
This sight was not unfamiliar to Patrick. He new her hair, her posture, her hand very well... and yet he never grew bored of studying them.
