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Apologies. Gabriel had completely spaced out for a moment there.

That was new.

Shaking himself out of whatever revere had momentarily taken hold, he focused once more on Professor Tanner. Luckily, she'd just been about to give instruction for the activity and Gabe hurried to catch up; quickly adding to his notes. Transit cycles. Yea, he was familiar; having read that chapter a few times. What was convenient about most Arithmancy practices...was that they insisted on using the Pythagorean number system...which was much more straight forward than the other. The Chaldean one. If you could count and say your ABC's from A to Z, you could easily figure out what numbers correlated to which letters. It certainly made the 'catch up' less time-consuming.


...but then...it was time to pair up. Gabe had to forcibly restrain his eye-rolling. He would've been more than happy to work on his own, thank you very much. Always with this...'let's force the awkward' from these professors. He was making an effort on his own to get over his own social issues.......buuuuut he supposed if it was an ABSOLUTE requirement......

His brown eyes immediately searched out Coral Bay. Naturally, Gabe would always pick her.

Picking up his notes and textbook, he moved to a seat closer.....Wow, did she realize how pretty she looked today. Did she know? "Will you work with me?" Yes? Please?