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Was he insensitive and ignorant? Or was he just putting on his brightest face so that Tatjana would be assured that a student with a host of scythe-wielding wraiths orbiting around them was totally normal and definitely not something to be concerned about? To ask that, one would have to ask Kress’s mom…but that’d be awkward in its own way.

Before Kress could consign Tatjana to the hell that was the differences between warlocks and wizards, as well as the whole concept of death-dealing grim reapers versus merely wraiths that imitated the form of such, however, there was indeed something even [i]crazier[/i] going on. His own eyes widened at the very human variation of craziness, the sort that was definitely less interesting than whoever could command a squadron of wraiths. Arcing a brow himself, the scion of the Alstein family shook his head slowly.

[color=8493ca]“Probably…not? Huh, that’s pretty weird…”[/color] He blinked. The blood certainly seemed real, and so did the pain, but as far as he was aware, telepathy shouldn’t have caused such adverse effects. Even if someone [i]was[/i] ‘allergic’ to the strange energies that Psychics exuded, wouldn’t that have been one of the medical concerns that would be filled in on application to Arkus Academy. [color=8493ca]“…yeah, definitely weird,”[/color] was his conclusion. [color=8493ca]“…but hey, Arkus Academy has wonderful healers, and it looks like just a nosebleed to me. Probs nothing to worry about, yeah?”[/color]

If he was aware of any actual problem with screaming with wild abandon at a teacher (especially one as charmingly lovely as Professor Blackglade), Kress didn’t show it.