“This is awful,” Romania mutters.
You agree. In fact, most of the class probably agrees, but you just nod silently. You’re watching fellow students’ presentations about WWI and II, and to be frank: they all suck. The PowerPoints themselves have dreadful layouts full of large blocks of ugly text, which are read by the presenters in monotonous tones, whose beautiful backs are all we see of them. It’s bad.
“I mean, even if I didn’t know all this already and especially that I do-”
“Shh.” You cover his mouth with a finger and lay your head on his shoulder. The tactic works as planned; he keeps the criticism to himself, and even begins to purr softly. This attention attracts a nasty frown from the teacher. You just roll your eyes, but Romania turns and glowers fiercely back - a look that could stop a charging tiger in its tracks – causing the professor to look away. Having a crimson-eyed vampire looking at you like you’re a delicious steak dinner tends to do that.
He returns to nuzzling you, purring louder in your ear. Cuddling makes the rest of the tedious class much more bearable.