Talon Lardner bit his tongue, deep in thought as he fiddles through his homework in the public library. From the distance,  he looks quite shaggy, with his black hair unkempt but not completely unpresentable, his hoodie strings uneven, hood like a lump on his back. His brown Vans lay in a pile under the table, exposing his bare footpaws, long toes idly gripping the library's industrial carpet. His Textbooks, notebooks, and laptop lay sprawled out on the wooden desk, in some sort of facade of efficiency and multitasking when all he was really trying to do was just crank out one last article review for yet another 200 level class, hard enough to keep him busy with studying, but low enough to crank out the grunt work.

He shifts nervously in his seat, cursing to himself as he tries to fight his urgent to restrict his idle web surfing to a minimum... but the blogs just keep on coming, Jalopnik, Major Nelson, Uni-Watch, they just seem to BEG and CRY for his attention. He whimpers slightly and closes his eyes, rubbing them underneath his dirty glasses. “Focus... focus...” he grumbles to no one, making a soft clicking noise with his tounge against his trademark large front teeth.