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Sangue stared at Lauren thrusting her hips forward.

As she continued to follow her friends around, her silence came to a brief end when Lauren's mother spoke to her. It was apparent that Sangue did not speak as much as the others had in the team, though Costa seemed more interested in what Sangue thought of her daughter.

She softly glanced between Costa and Lauren, her expression remaining idle and her lips sealed as always. A handle was... something that you could take a hold of. Lauren did not seem to be the kind of person who'd hold back, with few people knowing how to moderate her sometimes ambitious courses of action. Lauren was a very exciting and happy person, and it was impossible for Sangue to think about stopping that.

Being as honest as she could, Sangue turned to Lauren's pretty mom as she answered,

[color=f7976a]"I... do n...ot. Bu...t... I do n...ot... mind..."[/color]

Sangue's orange-red eyes traced Costa once more. The more she looked at her, the more she realized the things that made her daughter resemble Costa. It wasn't just their looks, but some of the more personal traits.

Turning to Lauren's direction, she noticed a couple of other people across the BASL dorm.

Her attention to them fell apart when Lauren burst the dormitory door open.

She quietly followed Lauren's lead.

[@Krayzikk][@Kaithas][@Plank Sinatra]