Hotaru
She's the kinda girl that you can never please
The stick is tossed her way, unclear whether it’s slobber or seawater that coats it now. Hotaru watches gleefully as Deimos’ attention is taken aside by the sound of her lightning, watching the Hel-shaped barbecue dunk into the shallow waves. Exactly as she’d expected he turns heel to gallivant back into the water to retrieve it, and Hotaru takes that time to pluck the stick from the sandcastle it had crushed and plant it like a flag, marking their conquering of the beach with their trivial play. His arrival is hailed with sprayed water, and Ru sputters and lifts an arm belatedly to try and shield herself from the volley. It does little to help, but considering she’s already covered in sand a little extra mess doesn’t go amiss. Grinning, she grabs the charred and now soaked bird carcass in her hands, plucking a few charred feathers. “Think it’s time for lunch? We can even use your stick as a spit if we want to catch more.”
