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

His breath hitched in surprise and he found his eyes sharp once more, instincts screaming at him with the sudden change in pressure as her voice almost seemed to... warp. Taking on an edge he'd never actually heard before, an edge that felt predatory, dangerous.

Crazy.

His brows knit together.

[i]Wait.[/i]

His body tensed under the pressure. This wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Just the first it had ever been directed at him, it had ever been this clear.

[i]That's right--

Her fight with Cian. The same change happened.[/i]

There was a common thread here, a trend obvious enough that even he, who hardly knew how to read between the lines when it counted, could pick it out with ease. In contrast with her typical personality, Gratia Mindaro had only begun to bare her fangs in one specific context.

Fighting. Combat. Be it sparring or otherwise, Gratia Mindaro was the antithesis of the nigh-pacifistic, "talk-first-and-throw-punches-later" boy under her study. The signs were pointing towards that conclusion. Underneath that veneer of icy, solemn bluntness lied something ferocious, something vicious. Something he had only seen hints of, in moments so brief you'd almost believe them merely imagination.

[i]Berserker.[/i]

And as quickly as it had came, that intimidating, oppressive aura vanished, and the room became normal once again. As if she had never changed, Mindaro was right back to work, pen scrawling across paper as her impassive onyx eyes remained glued to her notes thus far.

[b]"Positive emotions..."[/b]

He frowned contemplatively, folding his arms and legs as he once again looked upwards to the ceiling, this time in thought.

[b]"Well, helping people is definitely one of them. I try to help out with things if I can."[/b] he stated, head coming back down in a nod. [b]"It's redundant to say, but I also do enjoy having fun: messing around with friends, playing games, going for a ride on my bike every once in a while, meeting pretty girls, enjoying a good meal, giving my little sisters a hard time, even just lighthearted conversation." [/b]

He looked to her again, searching for whatever reaction would come.

[b]"I think I'm like most people: I like doing things that I want to do."[/b]