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Sangue tried her best to understand what Lauren meant about not getting involved with women.

[center]Sangue tried her best to figure out why women aside from Lauren were dangerous.[/center]

[right]Sangue tried her best to remember what dicks were.[/right]

And in the most predictable outcome out of all outcomes, Sangue failed to do all three of them.

...On a second thought, Sangue believed she knew what Lauren meant by her third point. She heard Apep talk about it all the time, after all, albeit rather angrily...

Instead, she listened to Lauren attentively and kept her head away from the ceiling. She didn't want to hurt herself before Survival. With Lauren, however, the usual simple concerns she had often faded. BASL in general made her relax more just by their presence, though Lauren's excitement made that effect happen almost instantly.

Sangue continued to remain clinging onto the Negasi. If there was one thing she noticed, it was that walking with Lauren often resulted in Sangue appreciating the wind.

Except there was no wind. It was just her moving fast enough (or [i]being[/i] moved, specifically) to feel like wind blew against her face.

When the two arrived at the Survival class, Sangue was plopped into one of the front seats with Lauren like a kokeshi doll. Glancing at Lauren, she watched Lauren fold(?) her clothes before freezing with a curious expression. Sangue, too, looked at Lauren's table, and then at her own.

A cupcake sat on the table.

It didn't look like it'd sprout out dozens of black roots to try and fling her across the room at any moment.

It looked cute.

As many as she had seen before, Sangue never tasted many cupcakes. Apep really hated sweets, so the closest thing she ate to sweets ended up being the black bean noodles she nearly burned her tongue with. Or perhaps bread, though she usually ate it with coffee. Though, now that she thought about it, parts of Gren's kebabs were very sweet. He called them "munchies."

She then remembered Gren.
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[i][color=00a651]"...you could always come find me and I’ll try to cook you something up. I do it for my team all the time. Of course, bring the rest of your crew too! The more the merrier."[/color][/i]
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[color=f7976a]"..."[/color]

Staring at the cupcake, Sangue wondered how he was doing. They weren't exactly the best of friends, but they had gotten along through the few times they met each other. And in those few times, he always did something for her. Whether it be making kebabs or practically giving her a new artificial limb, he offered many things, despite her reluctance in having him give so much to her.

[color=f7976a][i]...I should meet him again,[/i][/color] she thought. And the next time they met, perhaps she could give him bread. Or coffee. Or perhaps both, if he did not dislike one or the other. And maybe she could introduce her friends to him.

Even if it wasn't much, she wanted to give something back to him.

She blinked as her thoughts trailed back to the cupcake in front of her. Lauren looked pretty happy with the cupcake on her desk, but Sangue remained silent and left her own cupcake alone. Instead, she watched Lauren with her idle expression while occasionally looking around the room. It seemed like she was looking for someone, though she remained quiet about it.

[@Plank Sinatra][@Lucius Cypher]