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Her approach is subtle, managing to hide the crude intentions as she walked toward Heat. They have not spoken to each other for a while, shouldn’t it merit a sentimental reunion? But she has other plans. Distance should have softened her heart, even to the point of growing fond of her comrade. Alas, his wrongdoings could never be forgiven in a light note, yet circumstances can’t grant the fight she sought. After all, this place was meant for fun and everyone intended of enjoying a day in the beach as a united tribe.
Hostility can’t be easily suffocated, in truth it can be considered a slow flame that continues burning down her insides. Perhaps soon as she can assure they’re close enough, she hurries on pulling the hem of his swimming trunks by a few inches to grant room for her own hand. It was slightly uncomfortable, but she’ll willfully ignore it. She doesn’t look down at all, instead stares directly at him. The pink of her gaze confronted the red of his own, locked whilst letting the sand run rampant.
This could be described as the lesser evil, any other bothersome emotion this can sprout sufficed to sate her personal grudge. Argilla’s demeanor remained in a disturbingly calm note – no words spoken, nor threats she would be inclined on spouting. Actions spoke louder, though adding an insult or two was still tempting.
Nonchalant, she retires her hand and prompts a pat on his shoulder afterwards.
