Punching his shoulder as a way of greeting, Rayne then pointed towards the job request board. "Would you like to go on one with me?"

    ❝ o..oi– ❞

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ HE URGED the sole of his palm against the afflicted spot, trying to soothe away the impact from where her delicate fist meets his taut shoulder.

    ❝ tough love, rayne… ❞

    His attention meandered towards the request board in the wake of her offer, when a particular mission ( bearing prestigious prominence ) charmed him. It was a SINGLE sheet of paper, embellished with a foreign language – yet Two Mages can be nominated for the position.

    ❝ uh, what about that one? ❞