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[color=f7976a][center][h3]~Cafeteria~[/h3][/center][/color]

Another weekend meant another odd day for Sangue Naga.

Her days could be odd in any sense- whether they be unusually uneventful or intensely active, Sangue always tried to take things into face value. Never did she find herself predicting what would happen in her weekends correctly.

Slipping in a hundred lien under the pillows of her friends in the BASL dorm room, Sangue had managed to wake up the earliest despite being one of the last to sleep. She had meditated at dawn outside of the academy building, her drowsiness not getting in the way of her reflection.

She thought over what her team went through on a certain flashy day. She thought over the children she wrote letters to. She thought about her value to her team, and how she could improve upon herself to be a more valuable asset. And she tried to think things that could make her resemble a generic woman- something she hoped she could become if her days as a Huntress ended one day. In truth, Sangue had a lot of thoughts floating above her train of thoughts. Most of her scrambled thoughts just happened to never surface unless certain circumstances were met.

To put it simply... it was frustrating to properly understand her.

Sangue did not want to be a thorn to her team, so she meditated. She cleared her mind for the sake of wishing good well-being for her friends.

After she finished her meditation later that day, the woman observed her weapons before heading to the cafeteria. Her stomach grumbled quietly. As soft-spoken as her appetite was, it did certainly exist! She needed to fulfill it just as much as others. The sight of other students, and the thoughts of being a better teammate for her friends, however, made her begin to wonder new thoughts.

Some of such thoughts revolved around improving her weapons.

Leaving the lone sandwich she had decided to leave on a table, the redhead gently lifted her claw as she set it on the table she sat at alone. A good amount of its edges had smoothed and worn off, which would make it inevitably less effective while tearing apart Grimm and the likes.

[color=f7976a][i]...I... should... have someone... take a... look... at it...[/i][/color] Sangue thought as she touched the claw softly, as if to remember which parts of the claw had been worn down. She had gotten it maintained by a few people outside of Beacon before she became a student, and even then, such services had quite a bit of a price to maintain.

Even an upgrade for the Apophis Claw did not sound like a bad idea. She did not know what kind of upgrade would be suitable for the claw, however, as she wasn't too creative when it came to tech-savvy things.