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[i]Class Participation is for the Birds, Says the Bird[/i][/color][/center]
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It's not as though Saff didn't hear Grim calling for him to get off his ass, in the contrary, Saffron heard him loud and clear. He just decided to plainly ignore it. Not that it mattered, anyways, he thought as he eventually got up, pocketing the knife he'd been playing with, making his way towards the front of the Prowler, jumping in through the side windows. Given his history of Not Doing A Goddamn Thing, he often got scolded to drive homebase back to the others when they were done doing their thing. And though he was no Grímhilðr, he knew the basics. By the time he was behind the wheel and handling it manually, the fight was pretty much over and all that was left was for Saffron to pick up the rest of the guys.

As he neared the defeated Giga, Saffron parked the ride at the edge of the circle of slime, not really sure how Grim would handle her beloved ride bein covered in slime. She was probably gonna be pissed enough that he even drove it that much, so the elder Dragnan decided not to push it, instead hopping out to see why everyone for the most part was just standing around. Probably a squabble over the prize, deduced the Blood Mage, taking note of strangers gathered around the core, Rhein and the others of the Shabu Shabu Crew not included within the circle. Speaking of which-- Saffron turned his head slightly, not really [i]looking[/i] for the rest of his party but sniffing them out, his feet making an easy pace of following the path, pausing just before Rhein and Estelle as he called for Grim.

[b]"[color=brown]I'll do it,[/color]"[/b] Saffron offered, his eyes barely glancing at the healing burns on the gunner's arms as he squatted down, brown eyes focused on the cut on Rhein's cheek. The funny thing about humans were that they were everywhere. So, while human blood wasn't exactly rare, it wasn't exactly endorsed either. Sure, a copious amount sold for a price at your resident shady market, but so did other sorts of blood. In a sense, they were forgettable, spare for the occasional rare sweet blood that just adds the perfect spark to magic. Rhein had... extraordinarily normal blood. It was nothing special, really, but the fact that Saffron didn't have any human blood in his collection just made it intriguing. Especially considering it belonged to a very capable and very mysterious leader of a very shitty crew.

Pulling off his cloak and wrapping it over Estelle-- she was covered in slime and really gross-- Saffron wrapped his arms around her, lifting her with slight trouble. She didn't weigh as much as Rhein's fucking Fragarach, but the fact that she was all sorts'a soft and heavy and slimy and unconscious didn't help alleviate her weight. Not only was he carrying Estelle, but also the burden of the implications placed under their appearance. As he started making his way back to the Prowler, he paused, realizing he totally did this out of his own volition and cursed under his breath, each step reminding him that he made a Terrible Mistake and even forgot to ask Rhein to have a little blood sample. He didn't even care that he didn't apologize to the guys he literally bombed a few minutes ago that were standing a few ways away. [b]"[color=brown]Stupid,[/color]"[/b] he muttered under his breath as he made it to the Prowler, suddenly less motivated about anything and not being careful about getting Estelle into the Prowler. 

Pulling his cloak off of her, he made his way back out and started airing it out, making sure to get as much of the slime off as possible. Leaving it to hang by the side of the Prowler, he waited on the others to return or for Estelle to awake, scrambling back up on the top of the ride and sitting on it's side, starting to transfer what little pig's blood he had left into one of his little collector vials around his belt, resuming his earlier state of Not Doing a Goddamn Thing.