Right. Time to write some more banters. *cracks knuckles*
*a cold evening at camp*
Sera: *rubbing hands* My fingers are going to fall off!
Inquisitrix: Just stick them under your arm pits. They'll warm up in no time.
Sera: *tries it* Huh, I guess that works.
Inquisitrix: See? There was no need to make a fuss.
Sera: Mmh... I think this might work better *shoves hands down Inquisitrix's pants*. Ooh, much better.
Inquisitrix: *crimson* Sera! That's cold!
Sera: Only because you're so hot.
Inquisitrix: Gaah! Mind where you stick those fingers!
Sera: *saucy grin* Only in the warmest place...
Inquisitrix: Maker!