Amidst the Sand

[Backo]

Eliza's blue eyes appreciated what Enma had to offer in her attempt to look more feminine and lovely. Teasing her about it seemed to have paid off in an unexpected way which the redhead found quite enjoyable nonetheless. Being focused on admiring the shapes it took her but a few moments before she realized the true meaning behind the word 'commando' that her blonde partner emphasized on. The young girl smirked at the concept, perhaps this look Enma had wasn't all too bad after all? With Eliza's mind drifting into some nicer places and subjects, Loyola's next line of comeback was fairly ignored by the metaphorical cogwheels that were at work in Eliza's mind conjuring some less than decent scenarios between the two. With this new perspective on things Nauru started to look like a less dire situation than what it was few moments ago - the reinforced walls were thick enough to keep the hellish sand out and she finally had the opportunity to spend some time with her blonde partner in life and 'crime'. Yeah, Nauru was definitely not as bad as it looked not much more than 5 minutes ago.

Even though she found the charm in her partner's new looks she couldn't just admit it outright. That would've been admitting defeat in this little game of playful teasing which the redhead would not allow so easily. Instead a quiet retreat was in order as Enma stormed up ahead in a hastened phase with a smug smile on her face. She might have won this battle, but not the entire war. Then suddenly as a god's gift a comeback spawned in her mind - "Oh, but why you never asked me if I ever get tired of your 'fancy suit' look?" she tried to sound as sad and jealous as she could but alas her attempt was mediocre at best. Either way it was still something and meant this little skirmish of wit was not over just yet!

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Republic of the Sword and Sun