mootles disengaged himself a bit, and settled back into his space, treating it very much as if it were his own. His smile turned into a smirk, at what he had deemed obvious confusion from the part of Higher Education. He listened, quietly, watching Peter spill coffee on himself and stifling the worst of giggles with one, pale, clenched fist.
"It's not like that. I don't feel bad for you." he waved the words aside, and continued to make himself at home, casually slipping one shoe off, and then another, wiggling a pair of Batman socks in the process. He was slow in his response, sucking time up like 4chan was very much intended to do. "But, you're a college type. You're tired and overworked, right?" he smirked, not bothering to wait for an answer before continuing. "The whole reason you're suddenly so tolerant of me is because you need a break." he cocked his head, tongue clicking with the very last syllable.
"You wouldn't acknowledge me otherwise. I'm distraction. Embodied, even." he smirked, and wriggled in his seat. "It's hard to ignore me when you're worn out, isn't it?"