Lea quirked an eyebrow, as much at the weird design on the man's hand as at what he was doing with the chairs. "Gonna be even longer for me, since I didn't sign up for art class," he said. Or any other classes other than those required by the dorm he'd been placed in really. "What's this supposed to be, some kind of expressionist thing about the evils of the furniture industry or something?"
Re: Dis-orientation