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So that's how it was going to be, was it?

Slowly lifting his head, Kalder forced himself to pay attention, albeit annoyed. It was stupid to think Demi wouldn't take this sitting down (figuratively), but he may have hoped things would just get quiet. She'd ignore his existence and he would just sulk through the rest of the year. It sure [I]sounded[/I] like the plan he had in his head, but now that the reality was in front of him, bitterness and regret were the forerunners. In all honesty, however, he found it just a little unfair that Beatrice would butt in. Unlike Caleb who went about his merry way, Beatrice was much more confrontational and open about her anger.

Letting out a sigh, he looked at Demi from the corner of his eye, trying not to attract the Professor's attention. [I][color=dodgerblue]If you're honest with yourself, you'll have a much better time with things,[/color][/I] Caleb's words seemed to echo in his head, leading Kalder to get further annoyed. At this rate, he wouldn't make it to the end of the day.

Dipping his quill into his inkwell, he leaned forward a bit as he would write. If he wasn't able to express it verbally, he'd resort to his old tactics. A part of him thought it was a bad idea, but mending the fence was something he would have to deal with sooner rather than later. Even if she outright rejected it, at the very least he could say he tried. And if she outright rejected it then he would just stay gloomy for the rest of his life, lamenting his stupidity and possibly throw himself off a cliff or something. A tad dramatic, but today had only just begun and quite frankly, it sucked.

And yet, as he wrote, he figured maybe it was best to play peacekeeper: 

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Folding the paper neatly, he would carefully slide it over to her. As he did, a tiny, folded bird made its way to him, unfolding itself. Raising an eyebrow, he stole a glance at it, though admittedly found it surprising.

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After glancing up to see Blackthorn with her back turned, Kal looked behind him at Noel a few tables away. Noel shrugged at him, imploring him to answer the question. Shaking his head, he scribbled down his response:

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And quietly sent it back. He could hear Noel's chuckle, and his answer came a lot faster then expected:

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That definitely got an unwarranted reaction, as Kal would immediately crumple up the paper, not caring whether it was noticed or not. What the hell was Noel thinking, going after what was his? In that moment, however, he seemed to remember two facts. One, no one had known about them. Two, Demi was no longer his. Screw that thought, though, if he couldn't have her, he sure as fuck wasn't going to let [I]Noel[/I] of all people have his way with her. Just the thought of Noel putting his hands anywhere near Demi was enough to make his blood boil.

Taking a breath, he wrote down his own response and sent it back.

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To his surprise, Noel was quick with his own message:

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Shit. The idiot was serious, wasn't he?