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Salem let the note fall where it may, picking it up afterwards. Aaron's writing was...it was... well it was a lot like him. Very structured, unwavering, and clearly beaten in. Was there any [i]real[/i] flaw to him? Salem began to balance his pencil between his upper lip and nose as he read the note, the scent of natural wood and graphite filling his senses. [b]"What he taught him before?"[/b] What did Aaron teach him again? He began to chew on his pencil, every once in a while tapping it against his cheek as he thought on what Aaron possibly could've meant. He reread the note once more, a bit of a disappoint half frown on his face. He certainly seemed to be busy as every hour of the day, they really did lead separate lives.
[Hider=Note][Color=82ca9d]"You sure are busy huh? Mind if I ask who you're going into town with? While I'm at it, mind if you remind me what the first lesson was. I seem to be drawing a blank. Just let me know when you're free and I'll make some time for a few private etiquette lessons, maybe rope Lilie into them, she seemed to have a few questions on how this all works. 

Love, Salem.

P.s. It's ok if you're not artistic, I'm sure you have talents elsewhere.:[/color][/hider]

Salem folded up the note again, this time a bit slower to give Aaron a chance to see how it's done. He silently pointed at him and then pantomimed a field goal by placing both his hands up, elbows on the table and palms facing towards Aaron, his two thumbs extended and touching with his pointer fingers straight up and the others in. He waited for a moment until Aaron finally caught on and mimicked what he was doing, quickly flicking the paper football into the goal and having it hit his chest.