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Jarrob watched the Mortals through the gym door with mild interest. Gym was always so fun, watching the Mortals keel over wheezing, gasping for the breath of life. It was pitiful, really. Despite his ellation towards the Mortals' suffering, Jarrob couldn't help observing the Angel-girl. She was limping, obviously injured, in pain. Why had she not just healed it? Angels were, after all, powerful, skilled healers. Sheoul had an abundance of captured Angels working in the healing branch for them. Then the bell rang. And she was walking towards him. Jarrob stood up quickly - too quickly. His head was rewarded with an extra burst of pain. Hand to his head, he let out an involuntary moan. And they were face to face. Face flushed, Jarrob brought his hand down abruptly. "I-uh..." he stuttered, not knowing what to say. "I found your phone..." he drifted off, face reddening. "Could you just keep it away from your parents for a few days? Until the aura wears off? My mom would kill me if she heard I got us tracked." All demons and angels knew that there was something in electronics that cause the aura to linger around the object.