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[@Silvan Haven][@Crimmy][@Write][@Plank Sinatra][/center]

I might have been attempting to befriend a supervillain.

[b]"A-Ah."[/b]

I kept my intimidation mostly under lock and key, as was my growing custom when breeching topics like this, but seriously! I could honestly feel the intensity suddenly spike in the air around us! It's that semblance of hers, right? Her voice did the same thing it did back when I first reported in for examination at her dorm! Wait, no, that sentence sounded wrong. When I was there to provide my hair for scientific analysis?

Her voice broke, that's what I'm saying. It broke from her usual stoic demeanor again, and showed me a hint of the berserker underneath that poor Cian had to deal with in sparring.

Her voice changed, and her eyes stared straight through me like I was fighting the manticore all over again.

Well, no, that was wrong, actually.

The manticore wanted to kill me, plainly, simply, and openly.

Gratia...

[i]Tundra.[/i]

Tundra, tundra, tundra, and I'm not making a gag of it this time like I usually do. It was cold, piercing, and harshly unrelenting, just like a gust of wind in the tundra.

And I wasn't even sure I could call that lopsided, beastial thing a smile. She looked like a shark. I didn't want a shark when Gratia first smiled at me, you know? No guy ever wants a shark in that context! Shark week should not extend to your classmates!

[b]"I see."[/b]

I wasn't sure what else to come back at her with.