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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Infirmary[/B]

The felinoid boy was already angry. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, her impassive onyx eyes were still able to glean sudden loss of composure: the slowing of his breathing, the stiffness in his body language, the sharpness of every single little motion he made. Her words had irked him, and in order to stop himself from responding, he sought to control his emotions ... to varying levels of success. Yet she had seen that type of mask before. The fake smile, pretending that everything was perfectly fine. A brittle surface that could easily crack if some petty little insect took a fart on it.

How much agitation would be waiting underneath? [i][color=66cd00]WoULd hE pUT uP A gOOd fIGHt~?[/color][/i]

However, what caught her attention immediately were the black bands. Were they fucking stripes, like those on a tiger? Their appearance was unconventional, and their presence was already piquing her curiosity somewhat. An indicator of Kuhaku Shiro's emotional state? Were Valians predisposed to having wacky shit going on with their bodies? Or was it just a Faunus thing that the the catboy had going on? Whatever it was, it'd turned up after she'd spoken.

Anger then. It wasn't like there was any other fucking shit it could represent from her minimal evidence. If this hypothesis was wrong, then she'd revise it later.

"[color=66cd00]Marinara will be fine,[/color]" she said, voice utterly devoid of any form of emotion. If he was still willing to provide food, then she would take that opportunity. Even if she would have to deal with his incessant babbling, it was free food.