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<li data-xf-list-type="ul"> Ameira giggled, shaking her head and playfully, being the childish demon she was despite being a senior and an adult, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b> "You mean, you have no idea how they put up with <i>you</i>," </b></span>She joked, then traced the shape of a halo over the top of her head using her finger. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b>"Me, I was an angel. I still am! So I have <i>no </i>idea <i>what </i>you're talking about." </b></span>Another giggle, knowing full well that what she said was a down-right lie. She was anything <i>but </i>an angel, and even her own race betrayed her last name. <i>Engel</i>, ha! Hearing her own last name was almost enough to make her laugh half the time. It was so ironic, that her last name meant angel, even if in only one particular language (German), and instead she was a pure-bred demon. A little hell raiser at that, particularly when no one was looking, and anyone who knew her well enough knew that for a fact. Sometimes, she wasn't any better than the monsters in the forest. <br/>
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After her little fit, she sighed and regained her serious composure... only for a few seconds before she was smiling again, albeit half-heartedly, and listened in on Vincent's view of messing with the freshmen class. She shrugged her shoulders.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b>"I suppose~ we have a whole year to mess with them anyway, but it sucks we can't pull the big 'senior prank' until the last day." </b></span>That being said, Ameira pursed her lips and pouted for a moment, remembering when she was a freshman that all the seniors would always talk about some big senior prank at the end of the year to pull on a particular class or the entire school. She must have been one of the lucky ones, though; she had never been pranked on, or maybe the senior class of her year just hadn't done anything at all. <br/>
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Shrugging her shoulders afterward and pushing the thought aside, she tossed what remained of her unfinished apple over her shoulder, hoping to have hit someone in the back of the head but ironically... it made it's way into the trashcan. She didn't bother to look back to see the results of her unaimed toss, but the sound of the apple hitting the bin was enough to make her sigh.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b> "Better luck next time~" </b></span>The demon laughed, obviously easily amused before she focused her full attention onto Vincent, smiling and gently poking his chest with her forefinger while leaning in toward him, just a little bit. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40"><b>"That's nice to hear. How is the big guy anyway? Raven, I mean."</b></span> She asked curiously, seeing as how Vincent could almost be considered a friend, it didn't hurt to wonder about his alter-ego's well being, too. <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffbf40">"How have you both been? And my summer was fine... dull, for the most part. I never could find enough people to play with, I have better luck here at school than anywhere else, surprisingly..."</span></b>[/list:u][/list:u][/list:u]</li>
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