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[color=7ea7d8][u][b]Conall Linumbienne[/b][/u]

"Sure is. Or at the very least, we gotta keep it under wraps."[/color] he mused, leaning back. [color=7ea7d8]"Can't lose it on anyone. Nobody wants to be the first to crack. Bet you your bottom lien that a lot of these kids are eyein' everyone else up, yeah?"[/color]

There were, of course, some subtle tells of the restless energy beneath his relaxed exterior.

Tapping of the feet on the floor.

His continuing shifts in position.

He was keeping himself collected under the mounting pressure, sure, but you'd have to be barking mad to not feel the jitters a little, and he was no different.

[color=7ea7d8]"Aaaah, that's a fret."[/color] he groused genially after a time, looking back towards the glasses and jumper-clad beside him. [color=7ea7d8]"Nice little chats like ours are probably all over the place. So, while we're keepin' eachother calm and all: What's the craic, Cirsium?"[/color]

No reason to not get a chance to properly meet, of course. A cheeky distraction.

Learning a bit more about the mysterious highlander that had seemed so distant in the heights of Signal's academia could never hurt.