[B]Gratia Mindaro - Outside Ozpin's Office[/B]

"[color=66CD00]We're fucking [i]what[/i].[/color]"

Gratia's expression had dulled. The anger and annoyance present had disappeared, replaced with a flat, dull countenance that only served to betray mixed emotions through her onyx eyes. Her voice's tone was a mixture of anger and confusion, evidently caught off guard by the cat's seemingly-innocuous statement. She didn't know whether to allow her mounting disbelief to continue to grow, or to snap at Emerald for saying something so fucking stupid. Married? What the actual fuck? She would never marry -

"[color=66CD00]This shitty cheese-eater?[/color]" she managed growled out, roughly jamming her thumb into Napoli's shoulder. "[color=66CD00]I would rather roll in shit than mooch off his fucking ass cash.[/color]"

Who the hell did they take her for? Some shameless hussy of a gold digger with no standards? Marrying Fiordilatte meant dealing with shitty puns, a horrible sense of humour and more smug than she could shake a can of pepper at. She was already fucking working with him on a daily basis and assigned to his classes; and that was already bloody horrible.

More Napoli? Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred.

Fuck him.