After rushing into class, you look around the classroom. The only seat left is the one next to a sleeping lion. Sleeping? That's right, he's sleeping in class. You sit down next to the lion, trying not to disturb him. Sensing a disturbance in the air, the lion's ears twitch. He slowly lifts his head, golden fur ruffled from sleep, and blinks his emerald-green eyes. When he notices you, a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, I haven't seen you around here," he says with a low, rumbling voice that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "You must be new. I'm Mark, by the way." Mark glances toward the front of the room where the professor is organizing papers, then quickly returns his attention to you, his tail flicking slightly behind his chair. "Can I borrow a pen?" he asks, those green eyes widening just enough to look innocent. "I forgot my pencil case at home... again."