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Faudi snickered into her hand, her eyes dancing with glee and mischief as she watched Hanone squirm and Masaru uncharacteristically laugh. She smirked, sliding her index, middle, and ring finger along his forehead, taking most of the remaining makeup with her. She then slid them under his eyes, like old war marks, and laughed once more. "There, much better, wouldn't you agree, Masaru-kiva?" She looked up at him with a childish smile.

However, it immediately dropped as the Prefect's voice reached her ears. Immediately she got up and walked straight towards her, murder written all over her face. She crossed her arms, blocking the girl's view of Masaru momentarily. "You're the leader of the pathetic group. Amaya, right? Here's a bloody brilliant idea. Do your job right. You and your group are always harping at everyone for not giving you enough respect with your job. Yet you couldn't help but run off and let one of us get mobbed anyway?" Her voice was hushed but venomous.

The vampiress' eyes shone fiercely, and she then turned from her, returning to Han-chan silently, glaring daggers and any other sharp object straight into the girl's being. No doubt Masaru would chide her on it, but she hardly listened anyway. She was just lucky that she chose to grab Masaru's attention from the start. But that didn't mean Faudi didn't have a trick up her sleeve for once she was done speaking with the head. Her attention turned back to Hanone, and she finished cleaning his face.

And then Masaru went to meet her, silent as ever. Unfortunately, just as she feared, they decided to take it outside. But not like she couldn't get at her later.