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[color=8882be]"Hey, hey, hey, who do you think you are, Cap? Nah ah, Luke. You gotta give some tat if you ever want to get some tits."[/color]

Lauren grinned and popped her BaSTEELs back on, popping open her arcane notebook of ideas and flipping to a page marked with a little black bookmark, cut into the shape of a stalk of hair. Sketched out on the page was a surprisingly well-shaded, if cartoonish, depiction of Luke wearing a pair of BaSTEELs for himself; they were somewhat sleeker than the Aviator-style smart shades that Lauren had designed for her teammates, probably in a vain, innocently racist attempt to match up for her protege's squinty Shiroyaman eyes. A series of scribbled out ideas and features, plus a handful that were punctuated with question marks, underlines, or circles [i]and[/i] underlines, were on the right side of her sketch.

[color=8882be]"These are gonna be for you!"[/color] she said excitedly, gesturing towards the page with her pen. It was clear she was hoping for a bombastic reaction at the style points Lauren had deemed worthy of dumping upon Luke. [color=8882be]"I'm making them special before I do any work on my weapon. They're my way of saying thanks for your help Friday - little bro."[/color]

But Lauren Negasi was a con woman first and foremost, and with her introductory presentation made to keep Luke hooked with the promise of reward, she reached into her drawstring pack and withdrew two long, smooth weapons.

This time, she knew for certain she got the surprise reaction she wanted.

Artorius and Lawnslot were in Lauren's right hand, resembling a double-barreled shotgun in Luke's face perhaps a little too uncannily for the boy's comfort. 

[color=8882be]"Chk chk~!"[/color] she vocalized. [color=8882be]"Be-[i]hold,[/i] kiddo. The keys to the kingdom."[/color]

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Jericho seemed faintly pleased both by Beryl's willingness to assist him with his bicycle [i]and[/i] to learn. His mouth hardly twitched, but the long streak of scarlet towards the back of his hair pulsed in faint gratitude. It settled down a second later, as Jericho began to idly spin his sharpened hair pin around the bench with periodic flicks.

[color=9e0b0f]"I appreciate it, Beryl,"[/color] he thanked the otter Faunus cordially. [color=9e0b0f]"As soon as this professor gets his ass over here, I'll ask if we can go get it and bring it over here. Moving it should be a breeze, if it's still where the dock workers said they moved it. Apparently there's some garage that they store student vehicles in somewhere on campus, but I would rather work in here than out there unsupervised."[/color]

[color=9e0b0f][i]Partially because I don't trust you not to throw me in the pool on the way there.[/i][/color]

You never knew with a girl like this. She did seem to enjoy watching the water fight the other day.