[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra]

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"[color=66cd00]What the fuck's up with the cutesy kid pout?[/color]"

Her gaze flickered upwards, eyes directly locking themselves upon the ever-present, bizarre strands of hair that grew out of Luke Schwarz's head. There didn't appear to be any reaction from the impossible ahoge, likely because the emotional stimulus lacked the intensity to induce any motion. That was something that she would need to keep in mind; was there a correlation between the intensity of the emotion and the intensity of the hair's movement?

A voice in her psyche wondered what type of drugs she'd been consuming to continue doing such a stupidly pointless study.

She ignored it. She wanted to know exactly what the fuck was going with the hair. What it meant for human emotions. It was an enigma, a ridiculous, cartoonish [i]thing[/i] that demanded a proper explanation. Maybe the ignorant masses could be content in their lack of understanding, but she would not allow it to escape her.

Failure was [b][i]irksome[/i][/b].