Interesting happenings....

[Lyssa]

Annabelle walked the halls of DD, searching for her next classroom. When she had departed from her accessory, Christy, her protective twin had been insisting on walking her to class. However, Christy had her own class to attend that was on the opposite side of the school, so Annabelle was on her own.

She held a piece of paper with a room number as she walked the halls, searching for the correct room for Dream Controlling and Recalling. When she found the room, she smiled lightly and entered. No one else was in there yet so she walked over to the side near a window and took a seat.

She pulled out a drawing pad and began to draw the scenery she saw since she already had about a hundred or so pictures of Christy and not enough scenery pictures. She would have pictures of other people, that is, if she was actually able to tell the differences between them. She couldn't even tell her own parents apart from others. Her sister was the only person who stood out to her. It was strange, but it only bothered her sometimes. She was used to it and made do with what she did have.

Annabelle kept drawing as she glanced from her pad to outside, her picture becoming clearer and almost exact with the reality. She didn't even notice when the door opened and someone else entered.

[Sven]

Anthony skipped in the class after a full ballet course through the corridors and paused with his toe holding his weight and the other leg bent in front of him. The beautiful sight in front of him made him slowly retracting back his limbs to its normal positions. "Well now..." He chuckled as he made his way to the only student in the class.

He saw her drawing, and tilted her head slightly to the side to take a better view of her artwork. He lowered down his spectacles to get a good look, then stared at her masterpiece in awe. "Wow, mallo cups. ...You're really good at this..." He blinked for a while to register what he just saw, then trailed his eyes to her hand, then her arm, then her shoulder... But Anthony closed his eyes before he attacked this girl from her table.

He squatted down in front of her table, his chin touching her desk as he smiled. "Good morning, mallo cups."

[Lyssa]

'Mallo cups?' Annabelle repeated in her head, thinking of Anthony and looked at the person who spoke to her. She smiled lightly. 'Anthony?' She asked in her mind to make sure it was him, hoping it was.

[Sven]

'Yes, this is Anthony.' The teacher smiled wider, still propping his chin on his student's desk. "How are you today, mallo cups?" He asked, blinking at her behind his foggy glasses, then stood up to his full height. He outstretched one of his hands to hold a side of her face, rubbing his thumb to her cheek.

"How come you never seem to recognize me by my face?" He smiled while asking that.

[Lyssa]

'I'm okay.' She responded in thought to his first question. She let her writing utensils drop on her page as he held her face, smiling and blushing up at him. Her smile lessened slightly at his second question then she smiled somewhat sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed about her strange quirk.

'I'm unable to tell the difference between people by appearance.' She thought in response to his second question. 'I don't know why, but I don't see any differences. I am unable to tell between gender and age or any other physical quality that differenciates one person from another.'

'The only person I can tell apart from others by appearance is my sister. I don't know why.' She thought to him, smiling sheepishly, wishing she could tell him apart too. She placed her hand over his, letting her face rest into his hand, a slight blush rushing into her cheeks again as she watched him.

[Sven]

Anthony chuckled after reading her thoughts. Annabelle's exotic crotchet somehow managed to entertain him to the point of genuinely enjoying her just being there, and he didn't even do anything yet. The more strange the girl is, the more pleasurable he feels to figure out about this girl.

His chuckle lessened to a smile, still keeping his hand on Annabelle's cheek and continued rubbing her skin using his thumb. 'It's strange though...' He sent his thoughts to her, 'You are by far the strangest girl I have ever met...and the only thing that surprised me is I haven't even french-kissed you yet...'

Anthony smiled as he leaned in very close to Annabelle, their lips almost touching each other's, but strangely, the teacher paused before they touched, almost as if waiting...or something crossed his mind that he stopped like that.

[Lyssa]

Annabelle blushed deeply, smiling lightly as he leaned to kiss her. 'You can do more than that.' She thought as she closed her eyes and moved to cover the smallest space between them, gently touching her lips to his carefully.

[Sven]

Anthony's hand travelled from Annabelle's cheek to behind her head, some of her hair strands trapped in between his fingers. He kissed the girl back as soon as their lips met, not roughly like he always do, but...rather distractedly. After a few moment, he pulled back, his expression strange as he lets go off his student's head and stepped back.

Anthony sat on the teacher's desk, seeming confused as he pulled his spectacles off and started wiping it with his tie. He blinked a couple of times as he stared at the glasses in his hand that reflected back his face.

He looked back at Annabelle after a while, his green eyes lacking clarity of meaning. It's unusual, no...it's UNLIKE him to avoid contacts, especially if its available right in front of him. This is probably the first time he ever pulled back from something he so deeply craved.

[Lyssa]

Annabelle looked confusedly at him. "What's wrong?' She asked him through her thoughts, wondering why could pulled back when before he only seemed too eager. She was slightly disappointed he pulled back as well, wishing he would continue.

[Sven]

Anthony shook his head slowly, looking away from Annabelle. He puts back his spectacles, and set his eyes towards the window instead, letting the sun hide his eyes by shining his glasses. "Sorry." He touched the bridge of his spectacles with his middle finger, adjusting it slowly with his head turned away from the student.

"Something came up." He said, sounded distracted by something, as he moved his fingers from his spectacles to his forehead, massaging it slightly.

[Lyssa]

'What is it?' Annabelle asked through her mind from her desk. She wanted to continue and was confused to why he stopped, wondering what it was that would keep him from wanting her then.

[Sven]

Anthony's head kept dropping, as he himself is slipping into unconciousness, though trying very hard not to faint right on the spot. "Nah, it's nothing. Just minor difficulties..." He waved it off and finally turns to Annabelle, smiling kindly.

Minor difficulties...what a nice way to put it. Everytime he touched someone, especially by the lips, he could see a fraction of their life flashing in his eyes. Apparently, he's been doing that all his life, so there isn't much surprises left for him...well, that is, until he met this girl.

"Annabelle..." The teacher called her name by the first time, still having his hand on his temples. "...I'm...truly sorry of what happened...to you. Before." His glasses fogged up again as his smile slowly wilted into a frown. 'I...sort of...saw your childhood memories and.... Well, now I need to sort my mind from merging yours with mine.'

[Lyssa]

Annabelle paused a moment, letting the thought click in before she stood up in slight shock with her hand over her mouth, staring at him a moment, a slight panic ringing in her head. She dropped her hand and ran over to him, placing her hands on the table and leaning close.

"That doesn't have anything to do with now.... With you." She said insistantly, staring at him from across his desk. She suddenly felt a bit weakened and her body slid to the floor on her knees, her eyes barely looking over the desk at him still, a slight moisture in her eyes, trying to block the memory again. She closed her eyes tightly and lowered her head, turning around and leaning her back against the desk with an arm across her stomach.

'What happened then doesn't matter....' She thought, a small smile on her face though her eyes were a bit sad. 'I want to be with you right now, Anthony. It's nothing like then. I want you to.' She took a deep breath, calming herself a bit and hoping that he would change his mind back to wanting her.

[Sven]

Safe to say, Anthony could only blink behind his glasses as Annabelle ran over to him and stared at him right in the eyes...err, glasses...but she stared at the right spot, amazingly. He could just blinked at her as she slowly slid to the floor on her knees, and leaned on the table.

Sensing its the right time, he moved his way beside Annabelle, then sat down beside her, leaning on the table also. "Actually, mallo cups, I was just testing you." He admitted with that stupid grin of his. "I was never good at sympathy, but this test contradicts that fact apparently."

His grin lessens to a smile, as that foggyness on his spectacles dissappeared, revealing his eyes, right at the moment he turned to the student beside him. "Honestly, I'm kind of expecting a slap or a punch from you for making you as my experiment rat." He admitted, shrugging in the process. "You see, Annabelle, what I'm trying to say is... Don't make yourself too available, alright? I might end up tricking you. And by God, I do not want that."

He reached for her chin with two of his fingers, then turns her head to face him. "...Also, it's alright to cry. I'm part teacher, I'm supposed to listen to your background." Anthony smiled still, tilting his head to the side a bit as he childishly remarked with his thoughts sent to her, 'And I never changed my mind into wanting you, silly. You're a GIRL.'

[Lyssa]

Annabelle watched Anthony, confused as he spoke, her mind only really on one thing. Upon hearing the last thing in her head, Annabelle smiled slightly again and turned her whole body so she was on her knees, facing him with a slight smile.

'Kiss me again?' She asked in her mind, a small blushy smile watching him, waiting for his response. She seemed completely undamaged by his little 'test' but still held a slight worry, wanting him to prove he wanted her still. She didn't care much if it would end up being a lie as long as she could be with him for a while.