: ♤ :+ﾟ I don’t do volleyball.
Well fuck — this is beginning on a spectacular foot it seems.
You don’t socialize often, and neither do I.
He takes some offense to this. He can most certainly talk to people —regular, no power and not saving the world kind of people. Still he chuckles and scratches at his cheek — nervous tick rising. “It’s not that. I’m just not… You lot are on a whole other level. Does that make sense?” People from Earth — no, Earthrealm — other dimensions, sentient creatures the likes of which he’d never seen before… It’s all so strange to someone who once believed not in magic. But she seems to understand his meek attempt at interacting, inviting him to the pool. Oh — he does volleyball — the pool though… But if he refuses, what will he look like? ❝Pool it is❞, he comments with more energy than he feels, swallowing a shot of martini from behind the counter in one go before walking into the sun.
The water bristles with sunlight — he sets his foot in, dips slowly… it does feel good and refreshing… until ice begins forming around him once he’s waist deep: a plaque of ice swaying with the waves below — not much, but enough to annoy him. He breaks the ice, and more appear by his fingers. He hates when that happens. ❝Fuckin…❞
The act will remain intact for now, from this moment, Frost will study his mannerisms and movements, keeping her defenses at a high level always saves her from many different types of fiascos related to speaking with strangers. However, judging by his speech, he doesn't seem so dangerous to Frost. "No need to specify, I get you." No, she doesn't, but agreeing with complex ideas that might need hours of opinions floating from one mouth to the other would take hours, Frost is saving both of them the time they don't need to waste. "I'm not exactly a swimmer myself, but I prefer the water over anything else." She comments while leaving the counter, already paid for the empty glasses.
The woman follows the stranger to the pool, she can't exactly feel the warmth surrounding her skin coming from the soft sunlight, nor the temperature change in the air or the water, everything for Frost feels the same. "What is that..." Ice forms on the surface of the water, is clearly not coming from her submerged body, but it might feel like the temperature dropped around her. With curious fingers, she catches the ice floating around her new acquaintance. "Oh... well, look at that." Without allowing him to even think of his next move, Frost grabs his arm above the water with a cold grip of her fingers. "Can you feel that?" This is a test, just to know him better.
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