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[color=00a651]Air Docks
Prepping for Adventure[/color][/h3][/center] 

She was a quiet one, this Sangue. Gren supposed that is just how she was. It was rather odd, a few days ago her quietness actually intimidated him. He tried talking to her before but then they got attacked by raptors. She seemed cold, aloof, stoic. The type of lady you have to slay dragons before she'd give you the time of day. Yet after these recent exchanges with her, she was much... Cuter. Like all those images of her being this stonecold ice queen instead reveals she is a precious little bunny. But perhaps she just changed. Gren changed a bit these few days he's been at Beacon too. Before he tried to maintain a sort of alpha dominance, a macho personality. Well, he still kinda does. But he isn't afraid to show off his goofier side too, mostly with explosions and tinkering. Maybe one day he'd even show off his body mods.

Speaking of body mods, he couldn't help but look at Sangue's arm. Every scar has a tale, and Sangue's would be no different. Even if she was born this way, surely there was some stories she could tell about her claw. Gren wondered if Sangue was like him, having lost so much of himself in a battle that he barely remembers anymore. Well, it's not as if everyone who's missing limbs lost them in war. But until he was told otherwise, he wanted to know. [color=00a651]"Say Sangue... If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that arm anyways? I mean... What happened to your right arm in the first place?"[/color] Perhaps this was an invasive question. Unlike Gren, it's not as if Sangue could hide the fact she was missing an arm. Even her fairly baggy robes made it obvious she wasn't a lefty out of choice. But perhaps there was some trauma behind her missing limb that she rightfully shouldn't trust Gren with.

[color=00a651]"I mean... If you wanna talk. We still gotta wait for Shiro after all. Want something to drink?"[/color] Gren then took out some apple cider and a bottle of water for Sangue. The cider was just juice, but branded as cider to make it seem like Gren was the kind of fellow who regularly drinks alcohol. But he wasn't a regular drinker, he just liked apple juice.

[@NarayanK][@harinezumikouken]

[i][b][center]OTHERS[/center][/b][/i]

The sandwich maker made his sandwiches, simply enough. Fried chicken between two slices of hamburger buns with a slice of pepperjack cheese on it. Condiments were available just on the other side of the stand, and anything extra like more cheese or drinks they could buy for just 1 lien. The ferret took one of the sandwiches in it's mouth and climbed onto Cian's shoulder, unwrapping just enough of the sandwich for it to start gorging. Despite her lithe frame, the ferret was more then able to not only eat his sandwich, but also hang onto Cian. All the while the hyperactive weasel chatted with the two hunters. [b][i]"Good people! I Scoot. Names?"[/i][/b] The weasel asked telepathically as he ate. The shop keeper, quite capable of hearing these telepathic thoughts that Scoot was saying, cleared his throat and looked twards Jack. [b]"That'd be fifteen Lien."[/b]

[@Sho Minazuki][@Suku]