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</div><br/><br/>Heather couldn't help but blush at the gentle motion. Usually such contact was...avoided, though not on her end. Most people are put off by her abilities, or of her past. However...it was kind of...nice, having someone touch her...and with not a hint of fear. Another musical laugh left the young woman. "I can tell. I must admit...I have a bad memory, too...especially when it comes to what duties I have to do. Maybe that is just an excuse for procrastination...who knows? As for exchanging back stories... I wouldn't mind learning a bit more about the music teacher with the cute glasses." Once she rose out of her seat, one fingertip touched on the tip of his nose, indicating the glasses he had on the bridge of it. "Maybe we can also work on a way for you to remember my name... How about we put that theory to the test? You can try notes to remember it..." The smile more genuine at this point, she brushed some hair out of her face, her oceanic eyes on his.