you are such a soft and messy thing, nobody knows how to take care of you
If he thinks he can be dark and mysterious with her then he is sorely mistaken. Hotaru has seen him sleep-ruffled, drunk, and snoring. There is no mystery anymore. Now that doesn't mean she isn't susceptible to his posturing and smirking, but those are in short supply given the way he laughs at her pouting so there's hardly any danger yet.
Oblivious to whatever he's planning - and dearly enjoying the way he sweats and whines at her treatment - Hotaru is the one to laugh brightly this time. "Exactly, I thought you came here to sweat!" If she'd had the time perhaps she might have wiped away the sweat from his temple with her thumb, but he clearly already has a plan in motion to cool himself down. One that makes Ru splutter and recoil as the cold water splashes against her with how close they are, feeling like ice with the temperature difference and disrupting the focus of her magic to give him further relief. Blindly holding onto his shoulder with the arm that had been torturing him, she lifts her free hand to brush the chill off her cheeks and eyelids, pouting. "First of all, rude." From his shoulder, she angles her hand to flick at the backside of his ear. "You ask me here and don't even bring your manners? I have half a mind to leave." An empty threat and they both know it, but clearly petulance is her best defense when their magic is so perfectly contrasting.
Oblivious to whatever he's planning - and dearly enjoying the way he sweats and whines at her treatment - Hotaru is the one to laugh brightly this time. "Exactly, I thought you came here to sweat!" If she'd had the time perhaps she might have wiped away the sweat from his temple with her thumb, but he clearly already has a plan in motion to cool himself down. One that makes Ru splutter and recoil as the cold water splashes against her with how close they are, feeling like ice with the temperature difference and disrupting the focus of her magic to give him further relief. Blindly holding onto his shoulder with the arm that had been torturing him, she lifts her free hand to brush the chill off her cheeks and eyelids, pouting. "First of all, rude." From his shoulder, she angles her hand to flick at the backside of his ear. "You ask me here and don't even bring your manners? I have half a mind to leave." An empty threat and they both know it, but clearly petulance is her best defense when their magic is so perfectly contrasting.
