fight for the things that crack light into your life

Iskra

Dickward at once earns an immature snap of his lips, amusement not needing to fight too hard to take the throne of his expression. Fuckhead undoes the remaining composure, a snorting laugh escaping him of its own accord. "I thought you meant full on phrases," he hums over the childish tittering at the foul words. "Out of my way, dickwad!" He does an attempt at her angry, parking voice, which people barely have a chance to hear as she whips the Firecracker around at such speeds.

Well, he'd soon find out, the water greeting him and his shorts before long. Although for the time being, he doesn't remember the potential for secret writing, too hastened after her. He reaches out a hand, desperately trying to grab hold of her fluttering feet. Even just a toe and he's sure he could reel her in, yanking her back through the water like an errant pool floatie. As it is, she's just ahead of him, and all the splashing from her feet makes it difficult to keep his head down as he pursues. "No water magic!" he calls back with a sputter after receiving a face full of water. "If I did, you'd be in my clutches already!"

He gives up on trying to just grab her and aims for a swift series of strokes instead, trying to close distance with uninterrupted speed. Then, if he can pull closer alongside her, he could dive in and hook her with an arm, hauling her closer.

I can see the sunshine for the first time in a while
It's like I've been baptized by the warmth of your smile