[Iskandar starts but gets interrupted by a cartload of snow landing on his head. Now that's uncalled for! Here he was complimenting your magic and that's how you thank him? He shakes as much of the snow as he can from his clothes and hair. Which is... not much as the snow in question is rapidly melting in the warm air.]
You little rascal!
[Such action requires a response. He scoops some of the snow that hasn't melted yet to make a lightly packed snowball and throws at Judar. There! That's for making fun of him. He would make a better impression of his righteous indignation if he wasn't grinning like an idiot all the way.
But he's not able to hold it much longer and bursts out laughing the moment Waver states his doubts. No weather for shirts? You'd better make good on that promise because he really would love to see that.]
Really? Says the man who wore a long-sleeve to our first trip to the beach. A black one. I think I'm going to survive just fine.
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[Iskandar starts but gets interrupted by a cartload of snow landing on his head. Now that's uncalled for! Here he was complimenting your magic and that's how you thank him? He shakes as much of the snow as he can from his clothes and hair. Which is... not much as the snow in question is rapidly melting in the warm air.]
You little rascal!
[Such action requires a response. He scoops some of the snow that hasn't melted yet to make a lightly packed snowball and throws at Judar. There! That's for making fun of him. He would make a better impression of his righteous indignation if he wasn't grinning like an idiot all the way.
But he's not able to hold it much longer and bursts out laughing the moment Waver states his doubts. No weather for shirts? You'd better make good on that promise because he really would love to see that.]
Really? Says the man who wore a long-sleeve to our first trip to the beach. A black one. I think I'm going to survive just fine.