[b]Gratia Mindaro - Cafeteria[/b]

There had definitely been movement both during their meeting at the landing platform and mere minutes before. Gratia knew how hair moved when exposed to the wind, her long, flowing locks of black and brown a testament to its effects, and the other teenager's ahoge had been far too controlled. It was irritating however, to learn tgat the source of her itching curiosity had no fucking idea in hell that his hair was some shitty phenomenon, nor did he entertain the possibility that it was.

"[color=66cd00]Your hair wasn't moving in accordance to the breeze,[/color]" she replied immediately, tone shifting slightly to reveal an undercurrent of annoyance. "[color=66cd00]And it fucking mobile just now. There is no wind here.[/color]"

In fact, if her suspicions were correct, then the source of the strange hair motions were simulated by emotional stresses. Was it an output similar to a regular human's facial expressions? The Mistralese teenager would have to commit herself to further observations to find out.

"[color=66cd00]I will test this,[/color]" declared Gratia suddenly and without warning, though her impassive tone changed not one bit. "[color=66cd00]It appears to take action in correspondence with your emotional state.[/color]"

There was utterly no point in doing this. No fucking point. But it wasn't like she had any other fucking hobbies.