[b][u][color=f7976a]Sangue Naga - Lunch[/color][/u][/b]

She succeeded in defeating the devious History class thanks to a trusty paperball that flew out of nowhere and her will to stay awake.

With that in mind, Sangue popped into the cafeteria faster than her teammates. At the moment, she was focused on keeping up with her schedule as much as possible so that she would not fall into the temptation of chatting with her teammates and start forgetting things again.

The red-haired woman walked into the cafeteria. Again. Another day, another lunch. She needed to fill herself with food; she saw food more as sources of survival rather than "tasty treats." The cafeteria's food was not half bad, anyway.

So Sangue decided to encounter a new food she had never eaten before.

[i]Pizza.[/i]

She got a pepperoni pizza and walked to a table by herself. Placing her tray on the table with her only arm, Sangue slowly sat down and stared at the food.

And thus began her battle of calculations against pizza.

There were some people eating pizza with their hands, but some were using their cutlery to eat it piece-by-piece. As much as Sangue wanted to eat it piece-by-piece, that seemed like a hard task to do since she only had one arm. She was definitely not going to start swinging her Claw in the middle of the cafeteria just to smash apart a pepperoni pizza.

So she picked the pizza up with one hand and bit a piece off of it.

[color=f7976a]"..."[/color]

Though her idle expression did not faze, her eyes glowed (figuratively) as she bit off another piece. Pizza seemed interesting; like pasta, it was different from the foods she usually ate back when she lived alone.