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     With a gelid glance, Weiss slides over a pristine pale eraser upon his table top, quietened spirit in her eyes.

               ❝ …—Here, ❞ She murmurs with the curt clearing of her throat, and she runs snowfall strands between her fingers.

                                                             _{❝Thanks.❞}

             _{And no, he certainly isn’t employing ambivalence or sardonicism in his speech; he’s hardly that rude. The practice of derision and ridicule came most naturally to his pal Jacob. He’s genuine–but it might have appeared as though he were being sarcastic and somewhat prickly–awkward–or impolite.}

                                      _{❝Geometry is a real pain in the butt.❞}