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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

The feline's recollections were flawed. While he had indeed interrupted their lunch with all the [i]grace and elegance[/i] of an intoxicated ass that was suffering from Parkinson's, Gratia Mindaro had not been deterred from finishing off her pizza. That was a credit to the Valian moron, at least, not that it fucking helped. His nervous stammering was incredibly [i]irksome[/i], and she really didn't have the fucking patience to deal with the rancid shit he was spouting. Apologies were not meant to shave off years from her goddamned lifespan, but it looked like the retard hadn't seen the fucking memo.

"[color=66cd00]Do you ever fucking stop yammering?[/color]" she asked point-blank, her emotionless, chilly voice cutting straight through to the catboy. "[color=66cd00]If you want to verbally fellate something, go blow a microphone. It's Freudian enough for you to fuck.[/color]"

Dealing with the mass of nervous energy before her was like talking to beehive. Fucker was spazzing out harder than an idiot unfortunate enough to become part of an electric circuit, except the Lord hadn't favoured her enough to allow the catboy to shut up and die like a victim of electrocution.

That being said -

"[color=66cd00]I do hope you Valians aren't so fucking incompetent that you can shit the bed with [i]pizza napoletana[/i].[/color]"

If he truly wished to apologise by buying them pizza out of his own pocket, then she would oblige. There had been no limitations set, after all, and if possible she would fucking milk the opportunity for all it was worth. Besides, if she could fatten Nuit up for Christmas dinner cheaply after her compatriot's kidnapping ordeal, then she would be slightly willing to suffer more of Kuhaku Shiro's endless babbling. The fucking birdbrain looked like a shrivelled grape, and that was something that needed to change as soon as possible.