[color=ed1c24][h3]Angel Ferrara[/h3]

"Alright. Well, I'll, uh, talk to my friend. And we'll keep it in mind."[/color] 

Angel's eyes pointedly lifted up to the back of Cyare's head and stayed there, watching her damp hair cling to her back as she toweled off. He hadn't even considered the fact that she may be a mage herself. He thought about asking her about her powerset, but his dad had always taught him never to ask about a girl's age or weight. (Angel's gaze began to drop again, and quickly righted itself on the back of her neck. Dad would haunt him forever if he slipped up now.)

Ferrara couldn't imagine that trivial physical details like that were important to avoid, and something as intimate as magic wasn't. So he kept silent on it and smiled thankfully to himself.

[color=ed1c24]"It was really nice meeting you, Miss Cyare."[/color]

[@Krayzikk]