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

As if succumbing to an inevitability upon Harken's reaction, the ahoge seemed to jump in surprise as he felt his cheeks flush a tad. 

Whether he denied it to himself or not, he was still just a young man, barely out of boyhood. Okay, at 18, he was in all technicality an adult, but regardless. 

[i]I have far from mastered myself.[/i]

Emotions, as they were, were entirely ingrained into the human mind, and impossible to fully remove without losing something intrinsically human about an intelligence. That was all well and good, and a part of life that most everyone accepted. However, fickle things as they were, they could do with having a better form of control, or at the very least, understanding, in his case. He wasn't going so far as to always be thinking of [i]how[/i] to react-- that would leave him frozen by choice trying to consider every possible variable. Instead, though, he couldn't help but question why he couldn't at least predict when he would and wouldn't act in a certain way, or feel a certain way about something.

Knowing oneself was a vital part of human communication. Perhaps Gratia's experiment belied more important matters than he thought, at least, on a symbolic scale. "Why something reacts the way it does." That was the question she was trying to answer.

Should he seek similar solutions in regard to himself?

[i]...It doesn't feel quite right, thinking of things like that.[/i]

He glanced to Beryl out of the corner of his eye, trying to gauge her reaction.

He got... something. He definitely got something. Something that was neither approval nor rejection, but instead a different gear entirely, as her eyes were fixated not on Luke himself, but that apparently oh-so-interesting ahoge that stood rogue and erect away from the rest of his hair.

[i]..So, that's how it is.[/i]

The flush faded, as quickly as it had came. Miss Harken was, if nothing else, easily distracted.

[i]Knowledge for the future.[/i]