[@Silvan Haven][@Write][@HereComesTheSnow][@Plank Sinatra]

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[i]Click.[/i]

Gratia's music player paused, silencing the noise that had earlier been flowing into her ears from the headphones. Her onyx gaze drifted towards Luke's smiling face, once more locking directly onto his eyes. So the benefactor of the tickets had chosen to visit the balcony as well, although for reasons far different to hers; sleeping issues were not the sort of bullshit that would incite her to wander the cruise ship, particularly when they barely afflicted in her in the first place. Likely some insignificant issue was acting as an irritant towards the other teenager, but that was no business of hers. That was his fucking shit to deal with, not hers.

However, the fact was that they were both present on the balcony at the same time.

She could afford wasting some of her time on him.

Research, on the other hand, would require a better venue if she were to conduct it. When the amount of possible emotional stimulants present was less than the amount of fucking people alive in some village in the asshole of Vacuo after a Grimm attack, performing such a half-arsed observation of Luke Schwarz' hair would just be an utter waste of time.

"[color=66cd00]Schwarz,[/color]" was her standard, curt reply.