Of Many Talents [Closed][2/2]

[attr="class","mouths1"]All in all, the library in itself had been known to retain its reputation as somewhat of a sanctuary for many individuals; students especially, and students specifically, in the case of the campus library, altogether. Day by day, countless amounts of incoming students of varying ages and grades alike are often want to visitation for their own reasons; be it for sake of studying, working on assignments as a group, or - in some cases - perhaps even merely in attempt to attain some degree of silence and solace for oneself.

In the case of one student in particular, his reasons for being within the area had more or less taken part of each, aforementioned justification.

While numerous other students seemed to occupy the bounds of the library that day, one table in particular had been claimed by a single soul for the most part. With numerous papers according to subjects and assignments loosely assorted within vaguely disordered stacks across nearly half of the surface of the structure that he remained seated at, Yi Tao opted to take a break from his studies and responsibilities for sake of unwinding, though due to the fact that he would have preferred not to leave the campus for the moment, he merely settled for another past time of his. Thus, amidst the numerous papers and their notes spread across subjects all across psychology, history, and music theory - as well as a couple of loose papers and sketchbooks in favor of both hobbyist art and assignment oriented all the same - he had cleared a space out for sake of laying a wireless mouse, and allowing some means of comfort while using it as his laptop remained open. For the moment, he had chosen to refrain from allowing his feline ears to manifest in favor of wearing his headphones, which - much to fit his theme, yet contrasting somewhat from his common demeanor - glowed vaguely within a green hue, all while hosting a pair of cat ears with built in speakers and the like atop then. Of course, however, as he placed his focus upon the passing graphics of the screen altogether, he took care to listen to the audio accompanying it privately; ensuring that none of it played through the speakers.

Save for the occasional click of the aforementioned mouse, as well as the constant tapping of his fingers against the keys, the general air around him remained silent while he attempted to salvage the mess that he had found himself within.

What mess, you might be asking?
...The mess that was a bad dungeon run in an MMO, actually.

I should have waited until later to do my daily roulettes for the day… he thought idly to himself; glaring over towards the four health bars of the party within the upper left corner of his screen. Jaded voids of his narrowed faintly as he eyed the member beneath his own name; from the shield icon against a blue background to the left, to the--

...Lack of cooldowns, for God’s sake…

Of course, any normal party in an MMO was often composed of four members; two damage dealers, one healer, and one ‘tank’. Healer had always been his go-to role in general, but every so often, he found himself at a loss whenever the tank neglected from doing their role properly; be it from something as simple as keeping the attention of enemies, to not using their own defensive skills in order to preserve their life ever more.

Given that several moments more had passed - and a much more aggressive spree of key clicking had abruptly ceased - he would find himself eyeing the screen for a while more prior to inhaling deeply and holding the left clicker of his mouse down; prompting his on screen avatar to resurrect at the start after he found himself - and soon, the rest of the party - wiped on a simple group of enemies on account of inability to hold aggravation.

A sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back, rubbing his face a little bit.

”...Why in the Hells do I love this game so much…?”