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[color=00a651]Cafeteria
Pondering[/color][/h3][/center] 

[color=00a651]"... Yeah?"[/color]

Gren was a bit confused at Sangue's concern. On one hand, it'd only make sense for someone to worry about a guy who fell so hard he broke a table. But since that guy was Gren who regularly blows himself up (FOR SCIENCE!), something like a table meant nothing to him. Well, except that Glynda is probably going to be made at him. [color=00a651]How much do tables costs?"[/color] Gren peered over to the shattered remains of the lunch table. He made a mental note that if he still wants funding for his projects, he needs to stop breaking school properties. And with that in mind, he came to the slowly dawning horror that he had crashed through [i]so many walls[/i] that they're probably looking for him right now. All the more reason to head back to the Emerald Forest to lay low for a bit.

But those thoughts aside, Gren briefly turned his attention back to Shiro. [color=00a651]"And you think Geisteel and Siderite is any easier? Geisteel is an alloy you got to import from Llewellyn himself, and Siderite is meteorite iron! I don't even know where I can find Siderite. With Titanite we could just use what we have and improve it further. Cide's, I doubt Beacon has any more interest in an [i]abandoned mine[/i], less so with it's own robots running rampant in there. If anything they ought to thank us for cleaning up that mess. Think of it as... Community service."[/color] As for everything else, Gren didn't really have much to say. While he could always give his thoughts, ultimately Shiro needed to do what was best for him. And while he wasn't going to admit it right now, but Gren's mind was a bit more occupied about his own concerns. [color=00a651]"Anyways Shiro... You thinking what I'm thinking?"[/color]

Gren and Shiro's gaze were both directed towards Sangue's arm. While previously Gren had his mind muddled with thoughts about his Grav Pack/Shiro's upgrades, now his thoughts were on Sangue. Just something about her claw made Gren want to reach out and fix it. It was like a flickering light; it did it's job, but you wish it could do it better. It seemed... Sloppy. Old. Needing to be replaced. Gren needed to work on some other projects if he wanted to find the right inspiration for his Grav Pack, and with Shiro's upgrade and Sangue's claw on the menu, Gren thought he had just what he needed to get his creative juices flowing.

[color=00a651]"Sangue, I know this is an odd question for me to ask, but I have to say it before I forget: Have you thought about upgrading your claw?"[/color] Right now Gren felt like they were on the same wavelength. He couldn't quite explain it, but he knew almost instinctively that they were all thinking about upgrading something. And it just so happened that the target of that upgrade was Sangue's claw. Gren's only justification to doing this was whimsy; the only justification he needs to do anything. [color=00a651]"Yeah... Shiro, what do you think? I'll deal with the mechanics while you forge the parts... Sangue of course would be needed... Yeah... I think it'd work."[/color] Gren continued to peer at Sangue's arm, resting his chin in his hand as he continued to ponder the possibilities.

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