A Classmate

“E-Excuse me?”

As Leo attempted to make his getaway out of the classroom, someone spoke next to him, followed by grabbing his arm. Immediately it was like an electric shock passed throughout his entire body, realising someone actually had the audacity to touch him. Everything screams within to yank his arm free and book it out the classroom. Almost as if the person sensed what he was thinking, gently released his arm.

Leo looks towards the perpetrator who wanted his attention, widening his eyes in surprise when it actually turns out to be one of his Turian classmates.

Like every turian her face was covered in scales which we’re unusually dark charcoal most hardly seen amongst their species with beautiful red coloured paint shaped in the form of a “V” decorating them. Beneath her scales lay a reddish brown grainy skin that became more revealing around the back of her head. And unlike male turians she didn’t have any crest of horns like them, along with possessing shining green cat-like eyes, which stared at him shyly.

Other than her natural features that catch his eyes, Leo let’s his eyes wander over her clothing, consisting of a short-sleeved red robe matching her paint, which drapes down her chest and splits off down each of her thighs. Underneath she’s wearing black pants with matching black boots with bits of white accents to them. It’s what would be considered “casual” clothing to turians, debunking the rumour that they wore armour twenty-four seven.

Leo doesn’t know much about her… doesn’t really know much about anyone in his class when he thinks about it.

Noticing that he’s been staring at her for quite some time, she glances away and shuffles her three-fingered talon hands over one another nervously. She appeared to be struggling for words, unsure of what to say to him, only making Leo stare at her completely befuddled. Here he was expecting to get jumped, instead finds himself standing in front of his turian classmate who’s positively more nervous than him and… shy?

Honestly he didn’t expect that a turian could look so… cute. Just the way her eyes dart back and forth, never quite making eye contact with his own, unsure of what to do next. Usually they hold this intimidating aura around themselves, probably because of their militaristic and disciplined culture. So to see one acting all shy and adorable was definitely a nice change of pace.

On the plus side she’s at least the same height as him.

Deciding to save her from her own internal torture, Leo tugs at the straps of his bag nervously and gives her a friendly smile. “Hi. Can I help you?” He asks as other turians continue to walk past them.

Startled, her mandibles twitch anxiously as she suddenly found twiddling her talons more interesting with a shy smile. Leo wasn’t sure how long the pair stood there for, but when he glanced around barely anyone was left in the room.

When she finally found the confidence, she stared at him rather intently. “H-Hi yes! Umm… c-could you meet m-me in room B116 over by the lecture hall by… 1300 if… if that’s alright, please.” She stuttered out, before looking elsewhere, avoiding his dumbfounded expression.

Confused by what exactly is happening, Leo goes to ask for more details, until she suddenly speed walks right out of the room. He’s left speechless and all alone, unsure of how to exactly react to this situation. On one note he’s a bit curious on what she wants to see him for, on the other note he’s also getting some mega stranger-danger vibes from this bizarre invitation.

Should he…