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"Ahh, i swear its like you only ever studied growing up." The blond said, jabbing an accusing finger at him from across the table. Her gaze swept over him before muttering, "like your not even human"
"Your dehumanization of me hurt." He commented, eyes tracking over the paper in front of him. The blonds academic skills have greatly improved but her there were still small minor mistakes that ruined the entire problem.
A light chuckle respond before her voice trailed behind, "you say that but I don't see you trying very hard to deny it."
There was no reason for him to deny it in the end. He was used to being seen as something bigger then a living breathing. Something less of a being. Something perfect.
"I read when I wasn't studying." He said before adding on, "I practiced as well."
"Practiced?" She asked seeming to perk up.
"Piano took up most of that time but calligraphy was seconded."
"You really only did that? No making memories with family or friends? Just practicing?" She seemed to whine at his answer. Something that wasn't fueling her unstimulated brain.
"I wasn't allowed around anyone that wasn't approved of." He answered sliding her paper back towards her from across the table. Red ink lining her paper along with little shirt notes explaining where she went wrong.
He didn't miss the look that flashed across her face at his comment. The sense of longing returning after being given something of him for free, but was quickly replaced by the sense of pain.
She only hung her head towards her paper, eyes ranking over the bold red ink lining her paper.
He didn't know if the pricks and tightening in his arm where because of how he'd stayed idle for so long or for something else entirely.
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Ayanokoji struggles through realizations
RandomCrack shit that comes to my mind *none of these storys go together unless it has a part1/part2 next to it (Half of these are rant...mind ya business ok)
