The wizard, now revealed, towers over the man, casting an even darker shadow on him than the dark itself.
The man with the ruffly scarf, his eyes now widening, swallowing hard. He thought he was seeing death himself as he thought.
'Am i cooked right now?'
Which, he probably was.
Suddenly, loud voices, probably the mans teammates, the mans name, trying to find him.
"OPHERA!? Ophera! where are you!?"
The wizard, not giving a fuck, but his ego was very proud. A wide smirk on his lips as he leans down to whisper...
"Say something, i dare you~ you wont leave..."
The mans voice lowers as he adds.
"Yet."
Ophera, the man, turns around, crossing his arms over his chest, he turns his head to the witch guy, glaring but his round buttocks took all the attention. Through gritted teeth Ophera says
"Fuck you, i hate you so fucking much. . . ."
The witch guy on the other hand, blushing and trying not to stare at that tempting butt smirks again as he answers..
"I love you more, prince~ . . ."
Ophera flips him off with a middle finger, trying to reach that mountain of a man but couldnt.
In disgust he forces out
"Nah.. ew! Ugh!!"