"I-I'm really sorry about that, Gray." She'd accidentally spilled her glass of water right all over the ice mages upper body then in her flustered stated dumped a bunch of napkins on him. Which had in the end, not helped at all.

   ❝ … ❞

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  GRAY LOITERED his gaze a few inches downward, scouring at the excess moisture &&. napkins that layered upon his chest. God, what a WAY to cool off the sweltering, hot summer day. If it weren’t for Rayne being the culprit behind the glass, he would have thought that such gesture was enacted out of assailant— or merely someone scheming a prank upon him ( tch, the fire bastard for instance ). 

     … But he digressed. 

    After all, it was Rayne, and somewhere rooted within the crevices of his STOIC HEART, he’d always harbor a particular clement for her floundering actions &&. erstwhile misdeeds. So, summoning the innermost facade of nonchalance, Gray decided to dismiss her with a brisk shrug before he succumbs the dampened fabric to a fateful plunge over his head. 

       ❝ It’s fine– it was gettin’ hot anyway. ❞