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The exclamation of an excited boy, and the confusion of a quiet girl.

Sangue blinked when Shiro began saying something excitedly to his good friend. Staring at the Faunus with slightly widened eyes, the woman blinked yet again when Shiro grabbed her hand.

Alas, her fate was sealed as soon as the man started dragging her down the cafeteria. If Shiro was a boat moving at an admirably fast pace, Sangue was the flag stuck to it that fluttered like a ragdoll. Thankfully, her feet kept up with Shiro's excitement. Her expression remained as composed as ever as the grip of the white-haired student practically let her experience the power of flight for a split second.

She opened her mouth to say something, then fell silent again.

[color=f7976a][i]I... can eat later, I suppose,[/i][/color] the swordswoman thought as Shiro brought her with him to what she'd presume to be a forge of some kind. Or an armory. Or whatever it was called.