[B]Gratia Mindaro - VGNB Dorms[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Nuit went back to [i]la patrie[/i] to deal with some inheritance bullshit or something,[/color]" said Gratia with a snort, the first actual sign of emotion that she had displayed so far during this conversation. "[color=66cd00]Uncle or something, don't know. Probably flirting a fucking trail of broken hearts along too.[/color]"

It was admittedly quite different, not having the confident, upper-class Faunus girl amongst their midst. Nuit would have distracted Fiordilatte and stopped the cheese-eating bastard from fucking around like the annoying jackass he was, and her vamoosing back to Mistral had left her having to deal with all the bullshit. Not to mention the fact that it was only her left to deal with the horrible excuses for fashion that Venetia kept dragging out of the grave. Did she look like somebody who had the fucking time to give fashion advice? She had better things to do than explore the myriad, overpriced department stores and mingle amongst the unwashed masses just to find whatever shitty trend was "in".

There had been a workable team dynamic, except now she was picking up all the slack.

[i][color=66cd00]Birdbrain better give that fucking letter to my parents.[/color][/i]

"[color=66cd00]A party, Venetia?[/color]" she asked, voice returning to it usually-flat tone as she addressed her team leader once more. "[color=66cd00]Don't wear a disaster.[/color]"