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The room was QUIET, most had already turned in for the night & only a few stragglers remained. Gaze was currently fixated on a book,Ā Dreadful Denizens of the Deep, when he felt the prickling PAIN shoot through his forearm. & he tries to IGNORE it at first, thinking it nothing more than his arm going numb from how he was sitting. But as the tingling began to BURN, thatās when he knew he couldnāt ignore it any longer.Ā
A thin finger pulls up the corner of his sleeve, the MARKĀ present as ever & he knows what that means. & dark hues lift as he tucks his sleeve back down, focusing on the girl sitting directly across the roomĀ who he KNEW was feeling exactly the same thing as he. Pushing his chair back, he stands up & makes his way over to, voice SOFT as not to gain any unwanted attention.
āĀ Do you feel it too?Ā Ā ā
