"Blah, blah, blah, blah...." Ardent didn't actually have a clue what the teacher was saying. He knew he should be listening, but.... Meh. He idly sketched a few ideas on his paper as the teacher's lecture provided a low background noise. Pride, Envy, Bloodthirst, Claviger... He set his pencil down and sighed. Inspiration would not strike him today. He raised his hand, gesturing towards the door in a silent question to go grab to the bathroom. The teacher waved him off, not skipping a beat in her endlessly rambling lecture. Ardent stood quietly, left, and sighed, a stream of smoke curling out between his lips. He remembered the last time he lost his temper. Smoke had started streaming out of his mouth, and he had started wheezing and his eyes had watered and then the fire alarm went off and he got soaked and.... He shuddered. He leaned against the wall outside the class and slid down until he was sitting, then, took out his lighter. He hesitated a second, then lit it. He stared at the naked flame, practically mesmerized. He could do this all day.