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

[i]The church, huh?[/i]

Maybe she was orphan taken in? Being raised by priests and nuns, that would easily explain her politeness and overall demeanor. To be surrounded by paragons of morality at such a young age was bound to have that effect. Case in point, himself. The son of a police officer and a huntress was bound to produce a straight-laced young man, filled to the brim with ideals, morals, and a strong sense of personal justice.

He had no doubt the same could be said for her, even as her lithe, athletic form shimmied over to the side of the bed nearest to him in an almost mesmerizing sight. The kind one's mind repeated a few more times upon reflection, catching every moment in fine detail. The way the core tensed and coiled, springlike in preparation. The hips, the body's center of gravity, whipping over to the side in an understated explosion of motion, forcing the body to follow. Even the tail, swaying out in the other direction as counterbalance upon landing.

A fascinating movement detailing underrated poise and control. The moralistic, idealistic, and respectable young man, the very picture of an upstanding person, couldn't help himself from taking it all in.

[b]"Me? Eighteen."[/b] he replied casually, meeting her eyes once more. [b]"And I can get where you're coming from, a bit. Up until summer vacation last year, I was on something of a..." [/b]

How to phrase it?

[b]"Self-imposed exilement from anything resembling a social life. And on top of it, that was with everyday society, not anything like Signal or Beacon or whatever hunter scouting programs there are. I was simply a normal high schooler, toiling away in asceticism." [/b]

[i]Which is an altogether different story.[/i]

[b]"So, I'm getting used to things too."[/b]