"Are you actually insane? As if I'd ever agree to something like that!"
The quiet yet amiable chatter ground to a halt as more than a few heads shifted to look in Cobra's direction. Normally shouting was barely regarded with a passing thought in the guildhall, but with so many members gone it felt like a bomb going off. Noticing the shift in the atmosphere of the room, Cobra chose to simply glare at the barmaid (who hadn't shifted from her much too happy smile since she spoke) and hope that she would drop her horrid plan and leave.
On that note of wishful thinking, it would also be nice if Zeref would just drop dead and for all the dark guilds to spontaneously combust all at once. While he was wishing for nice things.
Mirajane stared at him with an almost awe-filled look in her eyes. "Well now," she paused for a small giggle which nearly elicited a growl from Cobra, "you're taking this much better than I expected you too."