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He had been — still was really — interested in learning despite her pointed words. Accented words, sharp and jabbing to his mind. Briefly his nose crinkled before smoothing out as he aimed to respond. BITTER DOVE, He addressed her with a wipe of his tongue over antsy lips. WHY WOULD I ASK IF I HAD DONE SUCH BEFORE? The question easily escaped him as a brow arched over pale green eyes.

It was obvious that despite their dance of sharp words, he was not keen to flee the scene just yet. There was still much he wanted to know. He'd push his luck further with his begrudging teacher. THESE THINGS...WHAT IS THEIR PURPOSE?