Utter boredom occupied the stance of the young adult. Draped carelessly over his desk as he was, it wasn't difficult to tell he was impatient for the class to begin. Was that normal? Most likely a consequence of all the caffeine he'd consumed earlier.
Just a consequence . .
Unkept nails clicking against the polished mahogany, mismatch eyes darting beneath unruly bangs;; Makenzie exhaled in a heavy sigh, once more slanting his gaze upwards at the clock. Less than five minutes until class begin.
The slamming of lockers and squealing of sneakers met his keen acoustics. Grated on them, actually. The fuzziness of a scowl manifested over the pastel-hued shape of his mouth, following the etching of his nails into the wood of the desk he leaned over. Anxiety possessed him, born of boredom and restlessness. Science wasn't a difficult thing to teach, wasn't even nerve-wracking.
But shit, the ivory-haired [*** it'd be more fitting for him to have white hair since he's an albino, correct?] feline could've been teaching the students how to plant flowers, and he would've still had the jitters.