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[b]Tuesday, 4th Period (Armory)[/b]

[sub][@Eklispe], [@Crimmy], [@Ayazi][/sub]
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Geni spared Gratia a fleeting glance as she took the seat next to him unannounced. He had expected at least some kind of acknowledgment, even a look would have sufficed, yet none whatsoever appeared. She went on as if the world around her ceased to exist and only her purpose yielded her undivided attention. From what Geni could gather she either proved to be a single-minded and goal-orientated woman or a rather arrogant kid. As if to add insult to injury, the acknowledgement he seemed to so desperately crave finally arrived in the form of a ponytail to the face.

[color=Gainsboro][i]Yep, it's looking a lot like arrogance.[/i][/color] he mused.

Going on as if he hadn't noticed, Geni stood and unclasped the weapon-pair holstered on his back, dropping them on his worktable. It's sheath quickly joined them.

He chuckled as he worked. [color=Gainsboro]"Ever heard of the Nap Theory? Nap's aren't bound to our illusion of time. They exist outside our reality. I'd explain further but..."[/color]

Before continuing he shrugged off his jacket, during which it's side-front whipped across Gratia's face.

[color=Gainsboro]...my skill lies only in the action, not it's theory."[/color] he chortled. 

Geni tossed the jacket across his backrest as if nothing had transpired and held out his hand for Krysanthe to shake. 

[color=Gainsboro]"Krysanthe. Nice name. Mine's Geni. Pleasure's all mine."[/color] he simpered, further playing up his innocence by using his other hand to clean the dust off his black tank-top.