New Face to Squad 7 [Squad 7 members only]

”. . . Where are you going ~?”

Animum had inquired rather softly, her clear gaze lingering on the dragonic individual. One brow perked while the other remained in a neutral position on her forehead. The vice captains expression other then this slight quizzical break in her otherwise neutrally drunk expression would next shift a tad more. She had listened then to carters reasoning and to more importantly how the fight itself had happened in the first place. The more he said? The more the girl had been internally cringing because it sounded exactly like something this man would pull, and because of that while yes, she was angry that this had happened , she more importantly would understand it, and not really give him too much trouble on the subject before finally she turned her gaze over to the man who had called the captain a child.

It was amusing, to be honest that someone would make such a mistake as to mix up the angelic shinigami with a mere child. However she could understand it, from a purely critical point of view. Given there still was some baby fat on the otherwise lean physique of the captain that stood before her. There was a boyish tinge to him that could certainly lead to someone making that kind of mistake. Yet, on a purely irrational basis she had been irked by that statement. That someone would even insinuate that carter was a child bothered her more than what she wanted to admit, and because of that she had calmed herself before allowing a purely unbias retort, calm and cool as a cucumber to escape her plump lips.

”..Honestly. . This “Boy” could make ur life hell you know hon.”

With that thinly veiled threat in the form of a kernel of knowledge put out there she had shifted her attention elsewhere, or more specifically to the girl that had just sneezed a heaping cloud of sulfur in her face after sniffing the bottle of alcohol she had loosely dangling in her fingers. Thanks to that, Animum Desponde would wrinkle her nose, the smell of rotting eggs overpowering every other kind of reeking stench that was in the room, And yet she wouldn’t say anything scathing or rude, even in her marginally tipsy state. Instead Animum would tilt her head back and state in an almost joking way.

”..Geez that absolutely reeks. Where did you hide that kind of smell?”

Even as she said that though, she had to wonder. Did she deserve to be here? Even with her own desolate background, she honestly wondered how long this could last. Because of who and what she was, she just hoped that this possibly would work out, because these people honestly had been good to her, and she wanted to do what she could for them, this . . .Unlikely band of misfits.