【 ❆ ℝ𝔸𝕐ℕ𝔼。】ᵐᵃʳᵉᵃᶰᵍᵘᶤᶤˢ

     “DID I hurt you?” The girl titled her head at his response. She was only doing what he taught her. “I meant it as a greeting. However perhaps I should use words next time.” It was going to be rather difficult when will be the appropriate time to show the so called ‘tough love’.

A STEP was taken closer to the board. Rayne’s eyes scanning the paper reading the details written on it. “It seems fine to me.” Maybe a touch difficult but she wasn’t worried. She was well aware that Gray was a strong mage. 

     “I’ll let master know. Thank you.” 

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  ❝ Hurt? Nah, you tickled me. —You know I can endure much more than that, Rayne. ❞ Gray affirms, his incisors bare a wretched grin as his fist juts forward to NUDGE cordially against the length of her delicate arm. ❝ I’m proud of you. ❞ He sincerely declares, ensuring that her previous attempt at  ❛ tough love ❜  was being perceived WITHOUT malice.

      ECHOES ALMOST thunderous resounded in the deafening guildhall. Lingering by the front door’s threshold, arms traversed, the Ice-Mage continues to peer on in patience ; glacial hues scour precariously for Rayne to return from alerting the master of their NEWFOUND job.

      ❝ Yo. Are we ready? ❞