Damien had never been a fan of herbology, he had no green thumb, or nature instincts, and if he had the choice between gardening and doing anything else, he would probably pick the anything else. It was the dirt that bugged him, he was a clean dude, with clean habits and clothes that were dry clean only and, yeah, that maybe made him a little fussy, but it was well deserved fuss.

"Sup Professor." Damien said, nodding in getting. This class wasn't absolutely the worst.... Not once you got past the manure smell and the plants that tried to eat you, not to mention the new koombaya rules (he would really like to talk to Flamsteed about that, actually). the meditation cycle wasn't... That bad?

"uh... Blaise, that first year dude has... Pretty righteous hair."

That was as compliment-y as he was gonna get with the group so far assembled, nodding around, Damien wondered when they're be able to properly start, because the sooner they started, the sooner he could get out to shower.