[B]Gratia and Napoli - Ozpin's Office[/B]

Throughout Ozpin's entire speech, the Hunter in training known as Napoli had a large grin plastered across his face. He tried to pay attention, he really did, but all he could focus on right now was the sheer amount of fun and adventure that awaited him. The promise of a new school, the opportunity to meet new people, to go on new adventures, it all left shaking with anticipation and excitement. The only thing that could improve this situation would be if the rest of the team had been here. The two of them had to go and procrastinate the paper work. 

And now he was left with her. 

Whatever, that wasn't a primary concern for now, with any degree of luck she would keep her mouth shut and he'd have a degree of peace as he explored his new suroundings. 

"Take a tour of our academy and get to know the place; if you like, I'll send for Sarina Tala Dei, one of our seniors who often helps the freshmen," Napoli caught the headmaster's advice as he slid some scrolls across to the three of them. 

Napoli was instantly captured by his newly-earned tablet device, already wondering whether he could get some games installed on the system. For the most part it was similar to the one he had recieved at Haven, but still the whole thing was pretty darn cool. Napoli merely nodded along as he heard the headmaster mutter something about special favours. 

Wait, he was done talking. 

However before Napoli had the opportunity to ask a single question or thank the headmaster, the other girl in the room sprinted out. Evidently she was rather high spirited, it seemed she was at least as excited as Napoli was for all this. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit. 

Turning his attention back to the headmaster, Napoli bowed in thanks, [color=FADA5E]"Thanks for everything boss, and I'd definitely appreciate a Sarina Dei tour. Get it day tour, Sarina Dei. That was a good one right."[/color]

It instantly produced a reaction, though not one that he had likely wanted.

[color=66CD00]"Your jokes are shi-shameful."[/color]

[i]Oh right, she's here[/i], Napoli sighed, [color=FADA5E]"Slip of the tongue there?"[/color]

[color=66CD00]"Fu-Screw you Fiordilatte."[/color]

[color=FADA5E]"Professor, I'm being bullied."[/color]

Though the long-haired girl seemed relatively composed on the surface, closer examination would reveal that her onyx eyes were twitching rapidly, as if she was barely holding in the need to lash out at her "compatriot" with copious amounts of vulgarity. Really, if she hadn't been standing in front of one of the most powerful men in the entirety of Remnant, Napoli would likely have been on the receiving end of an earful so rude that his grandmami would have died of a heart attack. Again.

For now though, it was best to ignore her urge to punch the blonde in the face and instead focus all her attentions upon Professor Ozpin. It was best not to make their first impression worse than it already was.

[color=FADA5E]"Sorry professor, she's a bit of a bitch,"[/color] Napoli replied before Gratia could open her mouth.

Her teeth grinded against each other. Gratia refused to explode. One of the top men in all of Remnant was right in front of her. Top. Men. She was not going to fuck this up. Not. Going. To fuck this up. Fists clenched, the haughty Hunter bit out her response.

[color=66CD00]"I must ... apologise ... for my ... acquaintance's ... immaturity ... sir,"[/color] she managed, clearly attempting to ignore Napoli. [color=66CD00]"We will be ... extremely greatful ... if this Ms. Sarina Tala Dei ... could assist us ... in finding our bearings."[/color]

She needed to be professional. Professional. Serious. Everything irked her. Napoli. Wasting time in this office. Needing to rely on some teaching assistant to see them around. It all irked at her. It was irksome. Irking.

[color=FADA5E]"Hey, what do you know, she's being polite. You really are a miracle worker professor."[/color] 

Gratia was [b]not[/b] going to fuck this up.

She was [b]not[/b] going to ruin the Professor's impression of them ... [i]her[/i].

She was [b]not[/b] going to punch Napoli Fiordilatte in the face.

She was [b]not[/b] going to stab the fucking cheese-eater.

[color=FADA5E]"Although what was with her speech, I ... am ... very ... happy ... but ... I ... can't ... talk ... with ... out ... pausing ... after ... each ... word. Man, that dragged on didn't it."[/color]

[color=66CD00]"Fiordilatte. [B][I]Shut up.[/I][/B]"[/color]

She was [i]this[/i] close to exploding. If the irksome fool did not shut the fuck up she would stab him right here and now, consequences be damned. 

[color=FADA5E]"That's the spirit, no pauses this time. I'm so proud of you. Our little girl, all grown up."[/color]

That was it.

Her eyes narrowed.

[color=66CD00]"Please send her our way as soon as possible,"[/color] she ground out, barely repressed anger evident in her tone.

Then she promptly grabbed Napoli by the collar and forcefully dragged him out of the office.

[color=FADA5E]"ZERO TOLERANCE!"[/color]