Snippet #2131161

Siren was pulled from the water. It was a shock. These past two days were a shock but this really stunned her. Siren prepared to throw the person who held her over her head until she noticed who it was.

Keito?

The young man wrapped her in his long coat and black shirt even though it was obvious that it was freezing. That stunned her even more. I just tried to kidnap you. Why are you being so nice? she wanted to ask. She sat there on the snowy banks, gawking at Keito for a little longer until he spoke.

"Do you want to die of hypothermia! What made you think it was a good idea to jump in a river while it's sno--"

Siren wanted to tell him living in Triveila made her somewhat immune to the cold. You could have 4 seasons in a day there with its fluctuating weather patterns. She didn't, because she kind of wanted to coo at what a sweet guy Keito was. She doubted Keito would appreciate being cooed at, though.

Keito pressed his hand on the side of his head and breathed slowly, turning away from her. She felt instantly bad. Poor thing. The drug's giving him a headache and it's freezing. "Triveila!" she gave a little cry of pride. Then she hastily took his clothes off her to return to him. He'd freeze long before she did.

"Could you please put your clothes on at least.." Siren laughed.

"You're the sweetest thing," she smiled, placing his long sleeved shirt on his lap. Siren made sure she brushed up against his exposed back, smirking. He's so much fun. "Saving the damsel in distress. How kind of you," she teased, though her tone was honest.

Siren took her own sweet time slipping his coat over his shoulders. "I'm sure I don't have anything you've never seen before," she whispered, very close to him. Siren paused and stood. "Actually, I probably do." She chuckled lightly.

"There's a first time for everything."

Siren twisted her endless snowy blonde hair. This snow is really good camouflage. Siren squeezed her hair so it wasn't so wet, it took quite some time because of the length of it. She threw the dress over her body, straightening it and pulling on her hair so it rested over the classily provocative clothes. Pulling up her skirts, Siren sat at the edge of the river bank. She watched her smooth legs as she kicked them in the water.

"You can go."