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[hr][hr]Dominique nodded to the next few students that had arrived and offered them a gentle smile, before her attention turned to Sunny. So far, she’d been in a good mood and actually found it kind of funny that Sunny asked the questions that she did.  She opened her mouth and was about to answer the girl’s question before being cut off by the South African. With a slight glare, she waited out his little speech and watched almost in horror as he suggested a kiss to a total stranger.

[color=a864a8]“Je m’excuse monsieur, but your interruption was rather rude. And, if you truly insist on french kissing, maybe you’d like to take a try at kissing one of my blades and leave the girl alone.”[/color]

Dominique stood from her seat and rolled up her sleeves, pacing towards the blonde boy. Her eyes shot daggers at him as she approached, ready to draw the daggers mounted on the insides of her wrist as a show of force. When she got within an arm's reach of Randy, she stopped and stood her ground, looking him dead in the eyes. The ginger was quite tone and fully capable of taking on the similarly heighted individual in question. Whether or not she actually would remained to be seen.

[color=a864a8]“And you’re wrong about one thing there...French toast originated from the Roman Empire, not Texas."[/color]