[ For being the embodiment of the sun, Alina is not exhibiting a very, well, sunny disposition right now. She skulks along next to Nikolai on the beach, her mood a hilarious juxtaposition to their outfits and location. She's got her arms crossed protectively in front of her chest rather than offering her hand to hold in his. Her sunglasses are down, but they do little to actually hide her expression at the moment.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere: ]
You weren't going to offer her our spare room, were you?
action, bratty alina rites
Then, seemingly out of nowhere: ]
You weren't going to offer her our spare room, were you?