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Sangue threw her pasta away after figuring out how to consume half of it awkwardly, not because she hated it, but because she believed that she would get left behind. After all, the person known as... Ben... was heading to one of her classes. Remaining silent, the woman bowed to Sarina while holding a blank expression before following Ben. She was not skilled at finding directions, so as much as she hated using people like tools, she decided to use Ben as a living compass. Ben seemed nice. As soon as she arrived at the classroom, however, she encountered a problem. Ben was sitting at the front of the class. Looking around with her blank expression masking her nervousness, Sangue fidgeted about before engaging a battle with her own consciousness. On one hand, she wanted to sit at a corner because she could remain at peace, but on the other hand, paying attention to her classes could let her give off a better impression of herself. And not to mention, but she did not want to distance herself from her team. She knew she needed to somehow get close to Ben, regardless of whether her closeness had to be physical or emotional. Thus, she sat right next to Ben, almost squeezing herself against him with her blank face still on. She wondered if literally getting close to people would give her a chance to make friends out of everyone in her team. "..." ...Maybe I can kill Grimm better with this class, Sangue stated- something blatantly obvious- in her mind.

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