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

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"[color=66cd00]It couldn't [i]possibly[/i] be a music genre, could it?[/color]"

Gratia Mindaro's gaze never left Luke's, her onyx eyes unblinking as they stared impassively into his grey orbs. The sound of the waves echoed through the night behind her, the water seemingly caressing the sky itself with every undulation. Although her voice was composed and flat, the sarcasm leaking into her words was rather obvious to detect. However, there was no venom whatsoever in the tone. From all appearances, she was merely engaging in conversation with a peer.