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Maybe they weren’t ever going to be friends, because even with the simplest of questions, his answers made her want to punch him in the face. Her face said as much, earning a massive eye roll and a huff of breath that pooled back into the air on a warm puff momentarily. Not even bothering to dignify a response, she casually and cooly placed her feet upon the surface of the waves, and began walking across, arms still crossed over her chest as if this was an everyday experience.
Even his little cheery tones irked and urged her suspicions, though perhaps she was now overly irritated. Pulling at some seaweed that had collected on the lines, she tossed it aside and began disassembling the buoys, casting them back in his direction while he talked.
Though she glanced at him when he said he’d become the encantado…wondering if there was some sudden Attuned bombardments she’d missed…when no, that’s…what he’d meant. Briefly baffled, she shook her head, muttering something under her breath and moving with grace and poise along the waves. Only when he popped back up did she arch her brow, gathering another round of floating seaweed in her grasp. “Right, but like, did it give you trouble?” It’d been hard to tell from the shoreline. “No, I haven’t,” but mainly because she’d once accidentally helped murder someone who’d been catching a ride on a skeleton monster, and somewhow wondered if that would ever come back to haunt her. “My uncle’s husband once rode a giant chicken through here though.”
Even his little cheery tones irked and urged her suspicions, though perhaps she was now overly irritated. Pulling at some seaweed that had collected on the lines, she tossed it aside and began disassembling the buoys, casting them back in his direction while he talked.
Though she glanced at him when he said he’d become the encantado…wondering if there was some sudden Attuned bombardments she’d missed…when no, that’s…what he’d meant. Briefly baffled, she shook her head, muttering something under her breath and moving with grace and poise along the waves. Only when he popped back up did she arch her brow, gathering another round of floating seaweed in her grasp. “Right, but like, did it give you trouble?” It’d been hard to tell from the shoreline. “No, I haven’t,” but mainly because she’d once accidentally helped murder someone who’d been catching a ride on a skeleton monster, and somewhow wondered if that would ever come back to haunt her. “My uncle’s husband once rode a giant chicken through here though.”
Melita
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