Hazel
Hazel took a moment to take in the handsome man running through his own hair, wondering if it would be nice to do that herself. There was also this flamboyancy about the movement she liked watching, like those Japanese pretty boy's. After a second or two, she turned around, redirecting her gaze at the building. She took the cigarette out of her mouth, blowing out a small cloud of smoke from her lips as she rested her hand on her cocked hips.
“Well, I guess it’s only natural you would be able to tell.” she said in a sort of defeated growl. It was annoying that this show off already knew what they were doing. But that only left one question. She placed the cigarette in her mouth and turned her head to glance at him with the corner of her eye. You could see an amused smile on the side of her face.
“So, what's so entertaining about hanging out with some thug playing with a summoning ritual?”
Mason
Mason cocked his head in confusion. If he didn't care, why was he grinning like that?
He didn't have time to think, as he suddenly jumped back at the sight of the skeleton's sword being drawn. He was even more surprised when he abused his apparent sword skill to grab him a root beer. Either way, he let it fall into his open palms. "Thanks," he said softly before continuing. "She acts like that with everyone in the gang. She is pretty abrasive, especially for a girl."
Mason's eyes darted left and right, as if he was unsure about something. Then, in a meek voice he said, "You sure are nice for a fire elemental."