Hotaru
Drowned on the blankets
Floral and fading
Further pissed by the way the memory snow takes flight without harm, Hotaru begins to growl subvocally, a soft rumbling thing meant to release the steam of frustration in her chest instead of communicating anything to those around her who might hear it. Floral and fading
Covered in snow now, Ru clicks her tongue in annoyance and shoots a cluster of lightning toward the memory snow a second time. It doesn’t matter if she missed the first time, it’s still her strongest magic, and whatever can bring it down the fastest is what she’s inclined to try her hand at.
“At least it’s not memory mud,” she tsks snidely, preferring to be wet rather than mud splattered.
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Even if it’s broke don’t fix it, Ru uses lightning again.
Painful lust
Two aching guts
Two aching guts
