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After ordering a fresh, red apple seeing as how she wasn't too hungry, Ameira would take it into her right hand and take a bite, munching on the delicious fruit before turning her head toward a familiar voice, but to who it belonged to, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. At least, not until she saw his face. She smiled<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40">.<b> "Hmm? Oh, helllo Vincent." </b></span>Ameira responded, shortly after forcefully gulping down the piece she ate so she wouldn't have to keep the possessed human waiting for her reply. Afterward she rubbed her throat a little and frowned, having swallowed that piece probably hadn't been the best idea. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b>"Ditto. Eh, you're a senior now, too, right? I guess we'll be having a few classes together again."</b> </span>At least, she hoped so. You never could be sure, and though she remembered having had a class with him last year, he could have always been a freshman or sophomore taking a more advanced class but of course he didn't look it, he looked about as old as she was. If he <i>was </i>a senior, however, then she would be glad to know someone in at least one of her classes. Most of the friends she had made last year had either gotten themselves expelled, left of their own will, or were transferred for reasons beyond their control. <br/>
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Taking another bite, her eyes focused on his form and this time she took her time before she answered, scowling afterward. She was quick to complain about the lower classmen, although taking note of the fact his question had been rhetorical. What did she care? It was fun to complain anyway, and she knew well enough to realize he felt the same way. Most seniors did. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b> "Oh, God no. They're so annoying, immature too... and loud. No wonder the seniors hated <i>us </i>when <i>we </i>were freshman... ugh."</b></span> She shook her head and took another bite, her blue eyes moving toward the ceiling, a thoughtful expression falling over her face. Maybe it would be fun to screw around with one, though. Not fuck them, of course, they were usually far too young and small... but just play around. Then again, that in itself would have been immature of her, messing with them just because she didn't like them. But fun, nonetheless. She giggled at the thought.[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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