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[color=8882be][h3]Stop! Drop! Dodge Those Thots![/h3][/color]
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Lauren threw her head back and laughed at Sangue's tentative answer. With her teammate on her back, Lauren picked up the pace on her way to Survival. It was clear that, as much as she enjoyed the material, she had been chomping at the fucking bit to slip out of Armory. Straightening up her shoulders (and careful not to push Sangue's head through the ceiling) Lauren released the faint sigh that had been stuck in her chest and grinned up at the snake.

[color=8882be]"Sangue, love of mine, don't you ever get involved with women,"[/color] she admonished, with a roll of her vibrant green eyes upwards to meet Sangue's. [color=8882be]"'Cept for me, obviously. The rest of 'em are all the damn devil. They don't mean you not an ounce of good will. If I didn't have to be gay I wouldn't be. Well, I would be. I hate dicks."[/color]

This was dumb. What the fuck did Sangue even think she was talking about right now? 

[color=8882be]"Just stick with me, Sangue!"[/color] she course corrected with a glowing smile. [color=8882be]"Together we'll survive all that the thots of the world have to throw at us, yeah? Ooph, watch your head here, babe, don't want to knock you out."[/color]

Lauren ducked down as she entered the hall where Estelle Nuit - [color=8882be][i]God damn, look at this bitch living her best life, dat hair![/i][/color] - had taken over Survival classes at...some point? She didn't know when. Lauren had never taken a Survival class before. She'd learned quickly it was hard to concentrate on PE with Ben and Luke around to play off of (and play with) and she went to the gym enough during her free time with her student privileges that she could afford to leave her darling Cap alone for another class period or so. Survival had seemed like an easier take. She'd been surviving her whole life all over the world, right? Easy A.

[color=8882be][i]As if she would flunk me.[/i][/color]

Plopping Sangue down into a seat towards the front of the class, and quickly scooping up the one beside her, Lauren was halfway towards plopping her jacket down onto the desk as a makeshift leather pillow when she realized someone had left a cupcake on her desk.

On [i]every[/i] desk.

[color=8882be][i]Oh, Stella, you make it too easy.[/i][/color]

Lauren cracked her con artist's grin down at the confection on her desk.

[color=8882be][i]Now how the hell do I make this look most like a nipple...[/i][/color]