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Daxton blinked at Dakest as the half-a-man stood before him. Or rather, he blinked at the chalk and chalkboard that were being held out to him, feeling an awful shiver run through him that he tried his best to repress. Just thinking about writing with those made him go all tense, but the longer Dakest stood there, the more likely people would look in this direction, and Daxton could think of little else less appealing. In the end, figuring that taking the writing instruments did not mean he would use them, he reached out and took the chalkboard, and held out his hand for the chalk to be dropped into.
But before it could make contact with his skin, Daxton quickly moved his hand out of the way, so it fell to the floor and snapped in half instantly. On the one hand, that was satisfying, but on the other, Daxton now had two gross pieces of chalk in the immediate vicinity.
... No, three. Because Char was here, chalkboard and chalk in hand, and sitting right beside him for some inexplicable reason. Daxton barely had time to register this before she began scrawling on her chalkboard, setting his teeth on edge with the horrible sound. Quick as he could, Daxton covered his ears with his hands to avoid the highly unpleasant sound; only when he was absolutely sure she had stopped did he uncover them again, shaking his head 'no' at the message she had written him.
There was not much time for conversation, however (though the topic of assassins was one that he absolutely needed to cover with Char at some point), as the lesson soon began. Daxton paid close attention, though it may have looked more like he was staring off into space. There was mention of a Duelling Club again, which piqued his interest for all the wrong reasons, and then there came the first set of instructions. Instructions Daxton was not going to follow, because he was not touching that chalk, and he was not writing on a chalkboard, and-
His chain of thought was interrupted by what felt to him like the most painful screeching sound, piercing his eardrums and penetrating his skull and making his brain rattle in his head. It made him sick to his stomach, and somehow even just the sound was remniscient of the feel of the stuff, which made it all the worse. Daxton pushed his chalkboard off of his lap and covered his ears once more, clamping his hands down as hard as he could, desperate to avoid the noise and momentarily, in his panic, forgetting the earmuffs that still hung about his neck.
It only strengthened his resolve. Not touching it not touching it not touching it.
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