[b]Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (Fuck it, I'll use your shitty pun Fiordilatte)[/b]

[i]A fucking joke book. A fucking. Joke. Book.[/i]

"[color=66cd00]Daddy didn't give you ten thousand lien of pocket money for a new pillow, Fiordilatte?[/color]" she shot back, dropping her slice of pizza back down on the plate to prevent it from being blown away by the sudden gust of wind. "[color=66cd00]Was your Grimm fur, silver-lined one ruined when you decided to wank off to it?[/color]"

Priceless piece of art her arse. It was probably fucking terrible like every other creative piece the cheese-eater shat out on a weekly basis, like that one painting he sold for a hundred because it was supposedly 'abstract'. It had been a goddamned crap-tier drawing of a dairy cow on a skewer. Maybe it'd entertain Nuit for a bit though. Her teammate liked to do all that weird shit. It wasn't really her thing though, but if Gratia's Faunus compatriot wanted to give feathers to the creepy shithead, then it wasn't her problem.

She picked up her pizza again and bit into it, chewing away at the pastry and cheesy toppings. Her mind had already wandered away from her "compatriot" and his attempts at aggravation. Right now, what was important was dealing with the logistical matters of their arrival here at Beacon Academy: when the tour was complete, they would have to suffix their luggage in whatever housing was assigned (the young huntress remembered that it was boarding situation here).

As well as room arrangements.

But that would be something she could discuss with the others later. For now, ignoring her need to mock her "teammate" any further, Gratia quietly ate at her food, seemingly unfrazzled despite the fact that the wind had been blowing her long hair from side to side.