The last to sit down, a young man, in his late teens, with sandy blonde hair and kind of smelly, sits down away from the rest. Seeing that this last seat is next to the one in training, he looks at her, sees her White Tower outfit, and just rolls his eyes and mutters, "Why me," under his breath. Then he pulls the chair away from her and plops down into the cushions.
He then looks at her again, rolls his eyes in wonderment, and mutters, again, "Why me?"
He then looks at her again, rolls his eyes in wonderment, and mutters, again, "Why me?"