"Come on, can't you just cool it? It was just a joke! You know, the kinds where you're supposed to laugh and not- hey! Watch it with the hair!"

Instinctively, Rafayel thrusts his hand forward, melting the shard of ice you threw his way with his evol, the red flames lapping at the shard until vapor rose into the air.

Lowering his hand, the young artist appraises your disgruntled expression with his own peeved one.

"Can't you at least try to tolerate me while we're stuck in this place?"