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[i][color=00aeef]Damn.[/color][/i]

Ben wasn't a stranger to working with Dust, it was one of the skills you kinda had to learn when you worked on weapons for Hunters and Huntresses. As soon as you'd learned the more structural stuff, of course. You had to have that background, because Dust could be involved anywhere in the process. Could be at the end, as something added on. Could be worked into the very metal you were working with. Hell, back in the day some people had it imbued in their own bodies. Kinda extreme, but that just showed how versatile the stuff was. He must've used it at least a couple dozen ways since his Dad started teaching it to him.

But if how he used Dust was like a caveman discovering fire, the teacher was like a pyrotechnics show. The gap was that wide.

It was why he signed up. Practice was important and all, but he could do that any time. This was a chance to learn the applications of Dust from someone who [i]clearly[/i] knew what they were talking about. And, admittedly, learn from a legend.

He'd been a kid, too. He wasn't going to pass up a lecture taught by the T in TSUN.

Now taking notes, that was going to be an issue. His arm wasn't exactly [i]pinned[/i], but he couldn't exactly reach the desk, either. He'd have to set his Scroll to record the audio, copy it by hand later. He ruffled Lauren's hair in the meantime, at least as close as he could get with that cap on her head [color=00aeef](that was going to be a story later)[/color] and gave her a grin. That answered the question as to where she was.

His arm dropped back down to help support her waist. Didn't look like the easiest posture for her to maintain.

[color=00aeef]"[i]Right?[/i]"[/color] He said to Luke, under his breath. Last thing he wanted to do was be caught talking in Cirsium's class. [color=00aeef]"Gotta learn how to do that. See you saw her Festival, too, Lauren. Hey."[/color]