"BeautyMole? W-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Elara shrieked, her face instantly draining of color before flushing into a violent, panicked shade of red.
"Don't make me spell it out," Rex replied flatly, casually sliding his hand into his trousers pocket to pull out his terminal phone. He unlocked the device with a quiet swipe, his dark eyes completely indifferent as he began navigating through the private media directory.
"H-Hey! Bitch! Stalker! Stop whatever the fuck you're doing right now!" Elara screamed, frantically raising both hands as raw, sparkling mana began coiling aggressively around her palms.
The sheer panic in her voice was palpable, her defensive instincts kicking into overdrive as the quiet woods hummed with magical static.
"Oh, so you're gonna attack me now?" Rex muttered, not even bothering to look up from the glowing screen.
