[color=8882be][h3]Lauren Negasi[/h3][/color]

[color=8882be]"Oho. I get it - save the hottest girl for last so that the others can't see you getting grabby. [i]Devious.[/i] That's why you're the cap, Cap." [/color]Lauren tilted her head over her shoulder to look down on Ben with an open-mouthed grin that could almost be described as jubilant, were it under less serious circumstances. The boxer stretched her legs outward and mimed cocking Lawnslot with a distinct [i]chk-chk[/i] sound that crackled from the corner of her mouth. [color=8882be]"Hey, come to think of it, wasn't Lancelot the one that ended up nailin' the qu-[i]wheeeeeeee[/i]!"[/color]

Ben sent Lauren soaring (stopping her train of thought so hard that her brain could have used an SDC logo) up after Sangue, and she landed with an [i]oomph![/i] in a semi-sitting position. She kicked her feet over the gap for a second, savoring the [i]swish[/i] of cool air on her legs, before she scooted back and hefted herself to her feet. Lawnslot was tucked under her right arm, in case she needed an excuse to spin around on her feet and glack something as it approached.

[color=8882be]"Alright, Cap, coast is clear. Grab a hold of Fury and swing on up. Never thought I'd say it, but there's too many holes and not enough pegs up here."[/color]