[b]Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend [/b]

"[color=66cd00]I'll make sure it won't.[/color]"

Gratia slowly pulled her arms away, breaking free of the embrace. Her onyx gaze met the crying blue orbs of her friend. She could comprehend the pain that Bianca was suffering. It was for that reason why she would continue to act. To bring an end to that pain. She despised watching those eyes try and fail to hold in tears.

Their dishonesty didn't fit Bianca.

"[color=66cd00]Just don't fuck up again, birdbrain,[/color]" she said, without a hint of harshness in her flat tone. "[color=66cd00] I won't be there to rescue your delicate asshole from whatever retarded situation you find yourself in next time.[/color]"

She pushed open the door to the SUV, allowing the cool night air to flow inside. Her fingers reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and quickly tapping a request to their Bullhead to pick up Bianca.

"[color=66CD00]Get going,[/color]" stated the Mistralese huntress, handing over her coat. "[color=66cd00]Let me handle the trash here.[/color]"