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As students continued to file in and enter the classroom, Sangue glanced between her cupcake and the students that came in.

In-between her glances, her gaze eventually trailed to the professor, who sat at the front of the class.

Sangue remembered the professor. If she recalled correctly... Lauren knew her the most. Turning to Lauren, who seemed to be in deep thought with her cupcake, she presumed they were friends. It wouldn't be a surprise if they were. Perhaps the professor blushed because she was happy to see Lauren.

She remembered what Mark told her at the bar.

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[i][color=f7976a]"Mark..."[/color] She asked with a cup of milk in her two hands. [color=f7976a]"Why... do people's faces... turn red?"[/color]

His eyes gleaming with brilliance, the blond man drank out of his own cup with his pinky finger sticking out. With a quick wink, he told her with a trash-eating grin,

"Cause they don’t want to turn blue."[/i]

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That was probably the first time she thought about ignoring someone.

Yes. The professor could just be happy to see Lauren...

Remaining quiet, the red snake's eyes trailed over the classroom again. Bianca fell into her vision quite quickly, considering how she was one seat away and there was no way Sangue could miss her. With that, she bowed to the white-haired girl in silence. She then turned to the classroom again.

Emerald was with two people, exclaiming something about cupcakes... and how they were good for one's energy.

A brown-haired girl sat with a bare minimum of interest towards the people around her, though a rather polite girl who waved at the professor sat near her.

And there was Gren, too.

Her eyes fell upon the big student, who ate the cupcake at his desk. He was alone.

Sangue tilted her head at him, observing him silently. She waited, remembering that he had a team of his own the last time she met him.

What were his team members like?

She wondered.

Her red eyes bore at him, thinking of what she could give him later. She could give him her cupcake, but she held onto it in case Lauren wanted to do something with it. And it also seemed like a rather lazy way of thanking him.

Apep told her to not be lazy, even if her efforts were not recognized. She took his word for granted.

Instead, she slowly raised her prosthetic arm. Not knowing if he would notice her, she waved at him quietly, the arm close to her chest. She did not have anything with her for now... so a greeting would be better than nothing, she supposed.