( given jinx is not at all dressed accordingly to the weather, it's a miracle she hadn't caught a cold or a the flu yet. she blinks before a sheepish grin dances along her face, and her fingers brush along her bangs to move away from her eyes so she can address him better. )
Pfffbbbtt, naaaah. What's a lil' chill? — If my skin's not turnin' blue then there's no worries.
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Pfffbbbtt, naaaah. What's a lil' chill? — If my skin's not turnin' blue then there's no worries.