[center][color=green][h2][b]MARK[/b][/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=gray]Under normal circumstances Mark would have passionately interrupted the improvised PDA session in front of him in the name of proper student conduct. A notebook with a mysterious message stole his attention, however. His eyes looked towards the owner and her confused face. [i][color=green]COULD IT BE, SHE KNOWS THAT MY THROAT IS [B]DEFEATED[/B] RIGHT NOW!?[/color][/i] Of course, that would explain why she opted to greet him by writing. The ruckus around him was especially loud for the chimera and his canine ears were giving off the occasional sting of pain, but the question that sat in front of him demanded all of his focus. 

What are you doing.

No question mark or follow up or anything of the sort, just a neutral quartet of words that caught him staring at them and decided to stare back harder. Mark gulped nervously, wincing after his sore throat reminded him why that was a bad idea. He began to furiously write.

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Mark's handwriting was neat and orderly, with every exclusively capital letter being created with such immense pressure on the paper that it was more accurate to say that he was carving the words instead of writing them. A stick figure soldier absentmindedly appeared as he brainstormed the second portion of the response. In the end, he wanted to know who this girl was and how she knew his throat was unusable. Incredibly powerful magic perhaps? He carefully returned the notebook with the face of someone furiously in thought.

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