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Lauren watched the events unfold with wide-eyed, unblinking innocence. From her flesh-and-blood throne atop Ben's lap, the trap queen's feelings about the ballooning spectacle were hidden behind a pair of huge emerald eyes; they trailed the Dust that zipped back into Professor Cirsium's hands, abandoning Luke and Diamond. 

[color=8882be]"Wha..."[/color]

Diamond had tried to catalyze the Dust in his hand? Deep fry her little Royal Wok? Send her little Short Round to see Kali Ma? Napalm her beloved little Agent Orange? Right in front of the class? It was hard for Lauren to believe that the Atlesian had the brass; any of the dozen-or-so physical fighters in the class could have snapped her down the middle, weirdo arm or no weirdo arm. She didn't look put together enough to dress herself in the mornings. Her entire demeanor and outfit looked like it was cobbled together from [i]other[/i] thugs who had spent their month's rent on Amy Desire.

Her head tilted over to her teammate, looking for a reaction. To Lauren, who rapidly felt like the only person left alive in this school with people skills, it was obvious that there was still sexual tension simmering between Desire and the girl who had just tried to leave her little protege...well, simmering. She was looking for a hint of condemnation, but she was also taking the chance to casually slip her hand down past Ben's thigh, to the backpack she'd left tilting between his chair and the one she'd vacated. Her fingers closed around her jacket, but after that, her arm didn't budge.

[color=8882be]"That's so [i]fucked up,[/i]"[/color] she grumbled, making a [i]hmmph[/i] into Ben's ear from her mouth's place beneath it.

She took a deep breath, head lolling back onto Ben's collarbone as she stared up at his saddle brown hair until she could make out individual strands. She forced herself to calm down - to rationalize, instead of standing up and atomizing Diamond Frost with a beam that not even her crabs could escape. Nobody ever got away with a crime of passion.

On the street, it was random acts of violence - like the one Diamond had nearly just perpetuated onto her charming little hoodie boy - that you were most likely to get away with while squeezing out your victim in the process. Lauren just had to live by her own game plan, her own coda, and let the others react with the low murmurs of anger she heard brewing around the room.

She would play it cool.