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ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤, 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩.

“ go swim, i'll just get dressed. ”

“ i am. . . ” she curls in his arms.

“ no you won't. and i'll be sad. ”

“ i won't look after you ”

she leans against his chest, sighing. “ you'll catch a cold. . .”

she looks up, still sulking. “ warm me up then. i'm freezing. ”

she looks away with a pout.

“ for you ! i am freezing ! ”

she winces when the air hits her exposed skin. “ cold ! cold ! ”

“ no, it's cold ! i want to get out ! ” she shudders, clinging to him despite her complaints

“ it's freezing cold ! ” she complains

“ fiine. . . ” she rolls her eyes again as she gets rid of her dress before entering the water

she rolls her eyes. “ how dare i ? with the right given to me as your wife. ”

“ liar. . . ” she pouts

“ i'll get cold ! ”

squints.

she watches, sitting down on the ground. “ you'll catch a cold. ”

“ yes it is ! ”

she steps back. “ cold ! ”