[h3]Luke Schwarz -- Good Question[/h3]

[b]"Well,"[/b] he said simply, putting down his pencil and rubbing his temples as his head vibrated in tune with the bass. [b]"First I'll tell you that you're making a lot of assumptions, Cian."[/b]

Watching with one half-lidded, particularly non-enthused gray eye as he continued to try and massage his head, he followed the aforementioned pencil on it's vibration-driven path down the desk, and off to the floor. At this point, a certain thought couldn't help but occur.

Did she even hear me?

Only one way to make sure: Once more, with feeling!

[b]"Only barely, to be honest!"[/b] he loudly replied, leaning in closer. [b]"And that's [i]after[/i] my little little sister's been waking me up by playing her saxophone in my ear for the past couple of years first thing in the morning!"[/b]

[i]While my [u]big[/u] little sister puts me in a leglock, or something, to boot...[/i]

Glancing around the room, he continued with a plan of action.

[b]"Looks like a bunch of people are going check it out, me included! You going to go too?"[/b]

Because if one thing was for sure, [i]he[/i] certainly did. If push came to shove, they could go back over notes in the dorm, especially now that he'd gotten a practical [i]cheatsheet[/i] from Gratia.

Bless the concept of raising flags.

[i]Friendship[/i] flags, of course. Those existed, right?

He hadn't [i]actually[/i] played many VNs in his time. Heresy, I know.