[center][color=a0410d][u][b]Cabal Thinks Einar Is Acting Like A Slave[/b][/u][/color][/center]
Cabal looked up from his own page to glance at Einar and the group of people that were helping him, and sighed. Truthfully, he was having difficulty with the coursework as well, but it wasn't as though he was completely in the dark regarding the subject matter, whereas it looked like Einar was going to be entirely dependent on their help as of the moment. 

He avoided drawing their attention and let Einar have his moment. It seems that having been starved of affection for this long has made him sensitive to friendly interaction, a thought that trouble Cabal to no end. 

He wondered if anyone realized how dangerous Einar's attachment could become, for both him, and the objects of his affection. It was something both tenuous and fragile, and yet in this scant few minutes he had become so totally dependent on it.

He knew how dependent personality disorder looked like; after all, that was the [i]Aswangs[/i] main method of keeping their slaves loyal. 

On that note, the teacher did not look like she wanted to be here.

[color=a0410d]"I don't think he needs so many of you for help, though, it feels excessive,"[/color] he commented offhand, while looking at the questions on the book. Now what did this word mean again? Hmm . . . oh right, it was a synonym for "yes". Maybe.

[color=a0410d]"Tch."[/color]

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[hr][center][b][u][color=6ecff6]Suba Drifts Away[/color][/u][/b][/center]
Suba cleared her throat, her face as red as Leo's. "Ehem, yeah. Probably not a ghost. Right."

Plopping back into her seat, she scanned the book she was supposed to read. The more she read, the more information she absorbed, and the sudden influx of knowledge led her to Nirvana. Slowly but surely, her mind drifted to a higher plane of existance and realized that, suddenly, incredibly . . . !

[color=6ecff6]"Zzzzz . . . ehehe . . . seaweed . . . snrk . . ." [/color]

Her head meeting her desk intimately, Suba dreamed of a land of seaweed and clouds. Her arms were spread out as if trying to hug something large, and drool fell from her mouth in the most elegant manner possible from a royalty of her stature.

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