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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Kaithas] [@NarayanK] [@Write]

A lot of things happened at once, and the Cap was torn in a whole lot of directions.

The first was the low chuckle, unvoiced but instead rumbled in his chest. Karma really was a bitch. He gave Lauren’s father a long-suffering look with a sheepish shrug, and with reluctance, broke eye contact to survey the scene.

If the big Vacuan wanted to have words about it, alright. But it was time for Cap to restore some order.

“Ms. Nuit,” He greeted with a little wave, deciding to address the foreign element first. Lauren and Amy were familiar, the owl Faunus wasn’t. Deal with the variable first. The smile on his face turned a little wry, eyes drifting again over the scene. “Not interrupting at all. Good to meet you, actually. Not sure I’m in your class, but some suggestions might be helpful sometime. Surival is pretty important, y’know.”

“And I’m sure [i]Lauren[/i],” Pivot of focus, addressing the most pressing issue now. “Will be glad to get you your card. In just a sec.”

His best friend was [i]not pleased[/i]. Not with that attempt to get away, and the mournful singing mostly muffled by the bed above her. And [i]especially[/i] not with being caught in between the two Faunus girls. Her schemes were collapsing in on her in the [i]worst[/i] way. As much fun as it was to see, [i]and[/i] as much as this was [i]definitely[/i] a bed of her own making ([color=00aeef]heh[/color])...

[i][color=00aeef]Let’s see if I can’t bail you out this time, babe.[/color][/i]

[color=00aeef]“Amy? Maybe not the time, huh?”[/color] The light pat on her wrist was pretty instructive, but just for good measure blue eyes met blue and an almost imperceptible incline of his head indicated the teacher and [i]parents[/i] in the room. [color=00aeef]”Handle it a later.”[/color]

Whether she got the message or not, his teammate was gonna have to let go in a minute. Lauren’s predicament didn’t exactly leave a lot in the way of handholds, but he crouched a little and got a grip on one of her (kicking) ankles and turned his full attention patiently to her. The chuckle [i]did[/i] make it out, this time, if only quietly.

[color=00aeef]”And [i]you[/i].”[/color] Ben pulled her out from under the bed in one smooth, leisurely motion, giving his friend an amused look as she stopped mid lyric. [i][color=00aeef]You owe me.[/color][/i] He let go of her ankle and crossed his arms instead, smile widening a little. [color=00aeef]”Hey, babe. We’ve got visitors.”

“And that’s the wrong end of the bed for what you’re lookin’ for.”[/color]