[B]Gratia Mindaro - Mathematics [/B]

"[color=66cd00]You're a fucking riot, Fiordilatte,[/color]" said Gratia flatly, though irritation was already beginning to leak through in such close proximity to her hated team member. "[Color=66cd00]Your shitty pun brutally sodomized my virgin ears. Real fucking outstanding work.[/color]"

She had already settled into a desk, dropping her satchel down on the floor beside her. It was, of course, just her thrice-damned shitty luck that she had been seated next to the massive blonde cunt and his overbearing, unwarranted ego. Had she not been in class, there would have been nothing stopping her from rIpPINg apart the irksome fool's smug expression and watching him bleed out. That however, would unlikely be possible while in the presence of such a number. 

"[Color=66cd00]I am disappointed, however,[/color]" she continued, slamming her textbook down onto the wooden desk with a mighty thud, "[color=66cd00]about your fucking pathetic showing of a fight. I am utterly amazed that my expectations for your curb stomping were defeated so readily. It was like watching an abortion being thrown at a wall. Bravo, you really disappointed me.[/color]"

The Mistralese huntress leaned back into her chair, shooting her acquaintance a single look. "[Color=66cd00]You must have had a lot of practice disappointing your mother.[/color]"