Hotaru
The sweep of eyes is as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, and her lips curl in a smirk as she blatantly does the same. Enjoying the masculine form laid out before her like a feast for her eyes. As he lifts a flask to his lips she walks further out of the water, idly pulling her hair over her shoulder to wring it out, water dripping down her forearms. "Don't tempt a girl with a cold drink on a hot day darling," she teases playfully. She may not be a big drinker but getting day drunk on the beach sounds like a fantastic time. Loren certainly knows how to spend his days.
"They certainly give you a certain 'could keel over any moment' look, quite devilish. Does that work for you?" Hotaru doubts he has any trouble reeling in willing partners, eye bags or not. His admission is unexpected, but not unheard of. "That's a shame in a place like this. I could teach you if you'd like? You've certainly got a handy escape with your magic in a pinch, but it's good fun too." And if his magic ever failed for some reason, he would at least know how to swim his way out of trouble. Or maybe just join her in the water for some aquatic nonsense.
"They certainly give you a certain 'could keel over any moment' look, quite devilish. Does that work for you?" Hotaru doubts he has any trouble reeling in willing partners, eye bags or not. His admission is unexpected, but not unheard of. "That's a shame in a place like this. I could teach you if you'd like? You've certainly got a handy escape with your magic in a pinch, but it's good fun too." And if his magic ever failed for some reason, he would at least know how to swim his way out of trouble. Or maybe just join her in the water for some aquatic nonsense.
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
