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

Gray eyes wide with surprise and back bent at a harsh, near-stumbling angle, the short young man looked for all in the world to be a deer in the headlights under her inquisitive gaze.

[b]"Uh, yeah... I suppose I do."[/b] he replied, as she backed off and he finally found room to right himself, inwardly glad his own newfound degree of balance hadn't failed him when one would be almost certain it would, due to the lack of traction involved in wearing socks as opposed to shoes or even bare soles.

In truth, he was certain he'd seen far wackier than his own. Hell, he wasn't even the only person here with an [i]ahoge[/i].

What made his so egregious?

[b]"It's hereditary."[/b] he explained, running one hand through his hair idly, almost as if checking if everything was still in order. [b]"My Mom has one. My sisters have one. The only person not to is my father. What's caught Miss Mindaro's eye is that, apparently, it moves on its own sometimes."[/b] he said, even as the flash of heat that'd spread across his face faded back to normal operating temperature.

[b]"I've never noticed it before now, but she seems adamant on that being the case."[/b]

He deigned not to mention his two-hour stakeout one summer.

It was a long time ago now, anyway. The details were fuzzy.