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[color=ed1c24][i]𝚂 𝚞 𝚋 𝚓 𝚎 𝚌 𝚝 # : 𝟼 𝟷 𝟼[/i][/color][/center]
The room was filling rather rapidly, subjects and scientists alike spilling into the study to converse and mingle. Caelia's expression shifted slightly, the corner of her mouth creasing in thought. She didn't like masses of people, one person was enough but multiple of them just sent her brain in a anti-social frenzy. The lithe girl pressed herself closer to the cushion she sat upon, pulling one knee up to plant her chin on. A familiar voice registered in her head, causing her eyes to scan the room, landing on Tristan. If she had regular emotions, she would have smiled, but that did not come easily to her anymore. Sure she could fake a smile, plaster a faux grin across her face, but it would never be genuine, not anymore. Instead Caelia blinked once or twice, watching the man walk into the study, his mouth moving to speak to those in the room. Again her eye began pulsing, the color fading into another set of varying hues and tones. Tristan wasn't exactly a friend, but Caelia sure did prefer his presence over most of the other researchers. Her view of the man was soon interrupted by another figure, his voice shaking her from her thoughts. Caelia glanced upward, her features falling still and blank. She knew this man as well, he was another scientist, one she had likely worked with, who knew, she sure as hell didn't.. She had lost track of who she'd done testing with years ago. 

The man spoke about a satchel he had lost that contained something he clearly wanted to keep under wraps, said satchel however, was not something Caelia had seen. The girl tilted her head slightly, moving her head from her knee, shifting to the edge of the cushion she rested on. Her glove clad hands formed into fists, clenching and un-clenching slowly as she listened to the man speak. She gave the room a brief scan, offering a simple shrug, something she commonly did rather than speaking. Caelia could definitely communicate verbally, but her preference was not to, she rarely used her voice, doing anything she could to avoid it. Seeing as the man seemed desperate and she had nothing else to do, Caelia stood from her resting spot, slithering past Doctor Cranham to give the room a sweep. It was quick, lazy and lacking effort, she would soon return to the man and offer another shrug before sitting in the window nook once more. 

[color=ed1c24]"Dunno Doctor.. sorry.."[/color] The words were emotionless, slow, her voice was soft however and was laced with a deviousness only some would notice. Caelia stared at the doctor, a deceitful smirk playing at her lips. While she rarely felt emotion, the girl was very capable of acting, almost as if she felt a type of joy towards being a devilish girl. Caelia rose her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear before slouching comfortably into the reading nook, turning her attention back towards the window that led outside. She blew at the glass gently, leaving a spot of fog where she would use her finger to trace out a frowning face with x's for eyes. Caelia returned her gaze towards the doctor, raising her hand to point a finger-gun at Cranham, mouthing a silent "pew" followed by a devilish grin. 

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