⠀ ⠀ ⠀ The book, Catcher in the Rye, was situated on the palms of Rue, he flipped the page, and hoisted a brow as something from the book piqued his interest. His feet was spread on the concrete ground, earpieces plugged both onto his ears, the music volume was maximized making him traveled towards his own world. A minimal silver crown was placed atop his head, moving to it's own accord whenever the loon will shake his head. He puffed his cheeks out of boredom, huffing some air towards the aforementioned book before scanning through each sentences whilst biting his lower lip. His brows arched in vexation as his ankle collided with something—something he's not sure if it's a foot, or a ball, nor does he care.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Annoyedly, he lifted his head to found a student planking on the floor; wincing in pained as the student shot him glares. He tilted his head innocently, and huffed. "You can't blame me for what had happened," He stated, pulling one of his earpiece down, and closed the book. "You," He paused, examining her/him from head to toe. "Were given a sense of sight yet it's no used." He added, scoffing as he stood up from sitting comfortably at the school hall's concrete marble floor. "Just how stupid can peasants get in their everyday life. . . ?" He nonchalantly verbalized, crossing his arms as he gritted his teeth audibly.