[h2]Luke Schwarz -- VGNB Dorm[/h2]

[b]"I see. Makes sense."[/b] he replied, eyes tracking her every movement as she casually displayed acrobatic capability that most people only dreamed of.

[i]So agile... could she possibly be a gymnast?

To think it wasn't so long ago that I could barely even manage a handstand...[/i]

[b]"Ah, that--"[/b]

[b]e-herm.[/b]

He cleared his throat, bringing a fist to his mouth and forcing his mind to remain unilaterally on topic. Fate was playing with him indeed, but whether or not he accepted its provocations was his own choice, languid and catlike girl casually stretching out in front of him or otherwise!

[i]Stay cool![/i]

[b]"I'm not quite sure if I understand it myself-- Meaning, I don't exactly comprehend the hows or whys of her intentions in having me come here. But basically, She, uh..."[/b]

He faltered, filling the space with a nervous chuckle. He expected oddities from being at Beacon, but to say this aloud, nothing could have made it casual. Nothing could have made it ordinary. It was, by very nature of the idea and implications the discussion spawning it had held, strange.

[b]"She seems to be intent on studying my hair. Specifically, this little [i]ahoge[/i] I've got."[/b] he finished, helpfully pointing towards the slightly curved, upright antenna that aggressively went against the natural flow of the rest of his black locks.