[Sayo fantasizes about leaving mysterious bloody handprints on his door when she notices the pitying quality in that smile. Almost imperceptibly, her grip on her tea tightens, but her smile is as Shannon as ever.]
Of course, Ozpin-san. Ah- But I have work to do helping Oscar-san in the garden, so I'm afraid I must be off...
[She is actively preventing herself from committing mental murder as she scooches out of her chair.]
wrap?
Of course, Ozpin-san. Ah- But I have work to do helping Oscar-san in the garden, so I'm afraid I must be off...
[She is actively preventing herself from committing mental murder as she scooches out of her chair.]