'Fuck! I got too careless!'
"Was the room too hot for you? I could have—" He raised his hand, and the cold mist came out of his hand, gushing like cascading waters. However, his attempt and effortful actions backfired when she slapped his hand. "How rude! What was that for?!"
Fortunately, Mystique was good at making a poker face, which Nathalie adapted.
[Do you honestly think it's that hot when I can use ice magic just as well?] She arched her eyebrow to a snobbish level. [Of course, it's a little distracting, much more when I'm about to eat.]
"Right…" He stopped, rubbing the underside of his chin when he pondered. "Very well then," he muttered again, this time, his hand sheen and outgrew a blade of ice. It's tip glinted, which had him squint.
[Oh, no, you don't. You will NOT cut my crowning glory!] She huffed out, crossing her arms.
Arnold blinked while the ice in his hands fizzled; such mist vanished into thin air.
