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 Salem sat in silence for what seemed like eternity. Every once in a while using the crystal to sporadically change the dimness of his light as the instructor had asked of him. He began to think about their arguements and varying opinions, understanding that it's part of life, yet not quite sure how anyone could be bred for servitude and still consider this life peace. It certainly wasnt freedom. Thinking back, Salem chuckled at the jest of him serving the Marivaldis. It was something his family had heard often and somewhat of a running joke. Though their vampires were not nobles, they certainly liked to emulate them, the Marivaldis in particular. [82ca9d][i]"This is stupid. How can we hope to advance I'm this class if we cant even have a civil conversation?"[/i][/color] He began to look around, seeing other students dutifully working while also painting some sort of conversation. For the most part they all seemed pleased. [Color=82ca9d][i]"How do they do that? How can you maintain such a jovial tone with someone you dont even know?"[/i][/color] 

It was certainly easier to be nice and cordial when hosting. That was easy, but [i]this[/i], this seemed worlds apart. Salem began to think back, trying to find any hint of a past where he was able to maintain such interactions without it being at a party. A flash of Troy popped into his head, souring his mood further. Although it was true they got along outside of parties and in seclusion, Salem was never truly sure if that was him being so extroverted or if it was the pheromones making him. How does one differentiate what is real or not in that situation? The more he thought on it the more his throat seemed to want to close up, that cold hand gripping him once more. A loud screech could he heard as Salem jolted back, his chair scraping against the floor. [Color=82ca9d]"Sorry. Sorry. Uh, leg cramp."[/color] He quietly adjusted his chair back into the table and recalled something that may be of worth. Quickly he began to write unto a piece of paper and tearing it out, making a small origami triangular football, putting it onto one corner so that the middle point faced Aaron, and then flicking it, clattering it onto his notebook that he was writing on.
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[Color=82ca9d]"Hi, I'm Salem Spellman. I have a knack for putting my foot into my mouth when I speak and I often use the wrong tone. It's a good thing that notes carry no tone [i]and[/i] require you to think about what you say. I hope to meet your acquaintance soon, I hear you're real good with etiquette."[/color][/hider]

[@Obscene Symphony]