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[color=8882be]"C-C-C-[i]Cooties![/i]"[/color] Lauren squealed, thrusting her pelvis forward in exaggerated shock as Ben attempted his first grab at her ass. It was a little clumsy, definitely not telegraphed well, but all virgins had to start somewhere. She decided not to press him or tease him about it other than that, though - it would be way more useful to commit it to memory and use it against him in case he ever ran for elected office in one of the Kingdoms.

Poor Costa Negasi, whose lustrous coal-black hair had nowhere near the amount of silver streaks in it that raising Lauren [i]should[/i] have imparted, was rolling her eyes from beside Sangue. 

[color=92278f]"So,"[/color] she asked politely as her daughter continued chattering with her teammates, [color=92278f]"San...gue? You must be the quiet one of this gang, child. I know my daughter can be overbearing when she's trying to coax people into hanging out. Do you have an okay handle on her?"[/color]

Meanwhile, Lauren was shrugging off Amy's apology with a flippant wave of her hand.

[color=8882be]"Ehh, don't sweat it. Like Cap said, I always keep candy in the dorm!"[/color] It was an obvious little lie, compounded by pulling out her Scroll and tapping out a message, but the less Amy knew the less could be used against her in court someday. 

[center][code]Sender: Roarin' Lauren Negasi
Recipient: Estelle Nuit [STATUS: SCAMMED WEEK 1]
Message:

Ta-da! Found it! It wound up in my lingerie order hahaha ;D I've already put your finder's fee onto the card so no sweat on that end! Give it back to you when I see you???[/code][/center]

[color=8882be]"If Pops hasn't eaten it all already, anyway..."[/color] she groused, putting her Scroll up and sticking her hands in her pockets as they neared the dorm. There was no one standing outside BASL's doorway, but it seemed that the dorm across from theirs was getting a lot of traffic. They were some Mistralian transfer team, a bunch of bad bitches that Lauren had noticed around school once or twice, but the gang outside their door was positively eclectic; a young man with dark crimson hair in a scruffy sky-blue jacket who looked like he was barely Lauren's age was conversing animatedly with some middle-aged aloha-looking motherfucker to the right of the door, while on the left a glamorous blonde woman was hugging one of the Mistralian students, a purple-haired bombshell who was wearing one of the cutest non-BASL pouts around.

[color=aba000]"--just give her some time, Evan,"[/color] the blonde woman was saying, cheerfully stroking the student's hair. [color=aba000]"Viv doesn't know how to handle people that well, even you. Even [i]herself.[/i] She'll come around eventually."[/color]

[color=ec008c]"Y'promise?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"I promise, sweetie. It happened with her father, too, you know. The apple never falls far from the aspie, Evan--"[/color]

Lauren tuned out of the conversation after a couple seconds when she realized her father was probably taking advantage of her distraction to ransack some more of her stolen swag, and the boxer took point on opening the team's dorm, barreling right in before the door was even fully open--

--and finding no one.

[color=8882be]"Pops, I know you're in here, you old motherfucker!"[/color]