Injaius watched Gentrei in wonder. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, fueled by some furious anger within. Gentrei’s eyes bore into the library’s computer screen, as her attention focused only on getting her point across.

He was impressed. Really, Gentrei normally took her time eating her lunch, but she shoved down her lumpia at record speeds, grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me to the library. There, she logged onto the computer, and began writing.

Now, she didn’t have a lot of experience with writing, so Injaius made sure to point out her mistakes, but then she yelled back, “Just let me write!”

So, Injaius stood by, waiting for her to finish up to the point where she could get some help, but then she went, “Why aren’t you helping me!?”

Gentrei is so hard to handle, Injaius thought to himself, but I guess…she does look very motivated today.

“Hey, Injaius,” Gentrei mumbled in his direction, acting a little tense, “I…need help with this…”

There were three things Gentrei rarely ever did. Of those things, asking for help, working hard, and talking without restriction were the main ways Injaius would phrase them. Some people had a more extreme choice of words, but Injaius understood that she was just troubled.

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“What do you need help with,” Injaius asked in the softest voice he could muster.

Even the slightest stress in the tone would give off major signals of hostility to Gentrei. Injaius made sure to keep his words sounded in the correct way, to best serve Gentrei. Somehow, she was reminiscent of a pet lion, like a cat, but far more dangerous.

“Here,” Gentrei pointed onto the computer screen, “I don’t know what word I should use…”

When Injaius set his eyes upon the bulky monitor, he nearly gasped, “G-Gentrei, this is,”

This is good, he finished in his mind, Gentrei might actually have a talent for this.

“What? Your critique needs work,” Gentrei glared at Injaius with her calm, blue eyes.

“S-sorry, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting this to be so interesting,” Injaius straightened himself out, “Okay, here are the pointers I have…”

For the rest of their lunch, Injaius and Gentrei worked on her story in the school library, much like Illate and Itra would. The only difference would be the time, and the fact that they had to rely on a school computer, rather than a personal laptop. They also hid away in the media center, rather than the nonfiction section, meaning that a few more people caught sight of the two.

“Hey, erm,” Gentrei forcefully pushed out her words for Injaius, “I’d like to keep working on this, so maybe later today…could you make it to the public library?”

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