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[[Oh, darn, forgot, sorry.]]
Salem shook his head.
"Well, love is what strives me to succeed-- rather than just determination alone-- so I view it as rather useful."
Salem shrugged.
"And, well, she's a Montblanc. Her feelings... won't die down... ever."
He shuddered.
"Take my grandfather-in-law for example. He pursued his wife for... a few years, until she gave up. And his feelings still haven't died down, even if she was mentally abusive and harsh."
[[So that's where she got it from...]]

Salem blinked.
"Huh?... Oh, that. I-I'm sorry, Caleb. At least she's somewhat servient to you, right? Better than her being a total b***h and harassing you. Also, Moé is nowhere near as much a romanticist as her grandfather, so there may be some hope."
[[Me: There really isn't any.
Salem: Shut up, I'm trying to make him feel better!
Me: But you're lying.
Salem: It's like telling a cancer victim that his disease is terminal. You don't say 'dude, you'll die in forty days'. No, you say 'there may be some hope left for you'.
Moé: I-I'm cancer, now?! D:]]

Salem looked delighted, and doubled over, laughing.
"Waitwaitwait! My guess was right? She is suboordinate?! 'Please forgive me'! 'I'm a failure, I'm sorry'! The image makes me laugh horribly, since she's so rebellious and aloof at other times."
He was still laughing.
"F-'Family black sheep' my a**! She's just like Miss Mahi was, hahahah...!!"

Salem waved.
"B-Bye!"
He was still laughing.
~*~
Moé had gone back inside Caleb's classroom by now, and was waiting patiently, twiddling her index fingers.

Moé got bored, and then looked out into the hallway.
Since she figured that Caleb had gone and ditched her-- she had long accepted that Caleb did never, and would never, return her affections-- she took out a box filled with some sort of clockwork mechanism. Taking out a kit of wrenches and screwdrivers, Moé began to work on her contraption.
[[The reason why she shows any affection at all is that it's painful for her otherwise.]]

Moé was now wearing brass goggles with thick black lenses, as well as thick black rubber gloves. Odd as it was, she was welding decorative copper legs onto her little box, and melting a perfect circular hole onto a lid.
She took out a screwdriver, and began to attach copper hinges [with painted-to-match screws] to the lid.
She began to pull out some wiring, and pulled it out to where the lid's circle would be. She then placed a pocket-watch's clock in the circle, and framed it with glass.
After attaching some felt, and covering up the inner works, she worked some more and attached the final key to the back and closed it.
She felt sweaty afterwards, so she went into a portal, and came out in a different and odd outfit.

Moé stood, and placed the box on his desk.
She placed a small key on top of it.
"Late, when you get the time, open it. It's an early birthday present."
She went back to her seat, awaiting instruction.