death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
A hum is all she can give to the soft mutter of his words. Hotaru has found that wishing does little to change the outcome - either your are prepared, or you are not, and she would rather be the former. It’s precisely why she’s here training instead of relaxing in the spa. It may be on offer for others, but Hotaru has different expectations of herself. Harder ones.
“Still nothing to sneeze at,” she assures, which is compliment unto itself from her, especially when paired with the little smile she sends his way. It vanishes into a surprised expression, mismatched irises catching light as her eyes widen when Tal scoops up the snow and lobs it her way. Whether it’s because Deimos has done much of the same in the past (or her insanely good roll for evasion which allows her some dramatic flare) Ru is able to spin to the side in an arc of golden hair, the snowball flying straight past her face. Eyes narrowing playfully at the boldness, a slow smirk steals over her lips, and she lifts her axe. “Oh, you’re on.” Ready to try and hit the next snowball out of the air. Perhaps they’ll make this a new sport - baseball, but with axes and snowballs.
“Still nothing to sneeze at,” she assures, which is compliment unto itself from her, especially when paired with the little smile she sends his way. It vanishes into a surprised expression, mismatched irises catching light as her eyes widen when Tal scoops up the snow and lobs it her way. Whether it’s because Deimos has done much of the same in the past (or her insanely good roll for evasion which allows her some dramatic flare) Ru is able to spin to the side in an arc of golden hair, the snowball flying straight past her face. Eyes narrowing playfully at the boldness, a slow smirk steals over her lips, and she lifts her axe. “Oh, you’re on.” Ready to try and hit the next snowball out of the air. Perhaps they’ll make this a new sport - baseball, but with axes and snowballs.
