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twitch snorted under her breath, nose wrinkling. theatrics. “what are you to me?” she echoed, rolling the pebble between her toes before letting it drop. “dunno. but if you start collectin’ swim-partners like trading cards, i’ll revoke your ‘chosen one’ privileges immediately.”

“join you? pass,” she said immediately. “i got too many brain cells and not enough body-fat left to jump into that. you’d have to lug my frozen corpse back to shore.” she was close enough now, only a few feet from where the lake fanned over smooth stones. lowering herself to her belly, she folds her legs up beneath her and coils her tail loosely around her hocks.

“’s a shame, though,” she added, eyes tracing the arc of his shoulders as he moved through the water. “nice out. wouldn’t mind it otherwise. cold ruins the fun.”