Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office
"Venetia. Ms. Tala Dei."
The blunt acknowledgement of the presence her team leader and their guide was all that Gratia could spare in words, mostly because she was in the process of sitting on her "compatriot"'s back, an activity that required her to exert as much effort as possible into, for 1): she was actually pretty light and 2): Napoli's pissant little excuse for upper body strength was still actually all that was necessary to throw her off. She also cared little for the two cousin's yammerings on boys and fashion and scarves and whatnot, nor did she care for that excitable cat Faunus that had just arrived. They were irksome, but her attentions were focused more on the man underneath her.
"You think your jokes are fucking funny, Fiordilatte?" she hissed, lowering her face right next to the aforementioned hunter's. "They're shit. Like the crap that gets ejected out of your arse. Shiiiit."
Some would say that her face was uncomfortably close to Napoli's, but she didn't really care. He was going to take in the full brunt of her angry expression, everyone else be fucking damned.
"I could turn all of it into fucking compost for my worm farm. That's how worthless they are."
"Venetia. Ms. Tala Dei."
The blunt acknowledgement of the presence her team leader and their guide was all that Gratia could spare in words, mostly because she was in the process of sitting on her "compatriot"'s back, an activity that required her to exert as much effort as possible into, for 1): she was actually pretty light and 2): Napoli's pissant little excuse for upper body strength was still actually all that was necessary to throw her off. She also cared little for the two cousin's yammerings on boys and fashion and scarves and whatnot, nor did she care for that excitable cat Faunus that had just arrived. They were irksome, but her attentions were focused more on the man underneath her.
"You think your jokes are fucking funny, Fiordilatte?" she hissed, lowering her face right next to the aforementioned hunter's. "They're shit. Like the crap that gets ejected out of your arse. Shiiiit."
Some would say that her face was uncomfortably close to Napoli's, but she didn't really care. He was going to take in the full brunt of her angry expression, everyone else be fucking damned.
"I could turn all of it into fucking compost for my worm farm. That's how worthless they are."