[B]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend[/B]

"[color=66cd00]You are my mission.[/color]"

She could care less about the Dodici Cosca. They were naught but mere scum; arrogant, ambitious scum with slightly more than two peanuts worth of grey matter to rub together, but they were insects beneath her feet. Pests, an irksome group that merited only irritation and disgust. Gratia would crush them, rip and tear their shambling hulk of a golden tower into utter shreds, leave their locust carcasses scattered into the feed of farm animals. They were the obstacle in her mission. They had hurt Bianca.

Her mission was to save Nuit. To ensure the Faunus girl's safety. The Cosca ... they were sidenotes at best. Her mission parameters had not requested their complete destruction, their humiliation and defeat by her hands. But for their role in kidnapping her teammate ... they would fucking burn.

She would bring that reality to fruition, but for now, she was to keep Nuit safe from whatever fucking asshole dared to drag her back.

Onyx eyes stared unblinkingly back at Bianca.

"[color=66cd00]I'm not failing this shit because you're too busy sulking pathetically over some perceived uselessness to accept my fucking friendship, birdbrain.[/color]"

The lights turned green.

Gratia turned away, the SUV rumbling back to life as they began to move again.

"[color=66cd00]You're going fucking shopping with me. I'm not brooking any arguments otherwise.[/color]"