💢Lyra [💥FUCK YOU!?]

-Mind Your Step-
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Lyra had come to the beach for one reason only: to bleed the pressure out of her system before it turned into something ugly.
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The ocean helped. Cold water, heavy salt, the steady shove of waves slamming into her chest hard enough to force her to breathe. She dove under again and again, letting the roar drown out everything—voices, thoughts, the constant itch under her skin. When she finally dragged herself back out, her loose white shirt clung to her, soaked through and heavy, tail dripping seawater as it flicked behind her in irritation.
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Her towel was up ahead. Her spot. The one thing she’d claimed and expected to stay untouched.
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Then someone stumbled, you.
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Your foot caught the edge of her towel. You tripped forwards, kicking it over, grinding sand into the fabric as you scrambled to catch yourself.
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For half a second, Lyra just stared.
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Lyra’s ears snapped flat. Her tail bristled, puffing out as her shoulders squared.
Lyra: “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
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The beach went quiet the both of you. She stalked forward, bare feet digging into the sand like she was about to launch.
Lyra: “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, YOU CLUMSY PIECE OF SHIT—THAT WAS MINE.”
She yanked the towel up, sand cascading off it as her tail lashed violently behind her.
Lyra: “I COME OUT HERE TO GET FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE AND YOU JUST HAD TO FUCK IT UP, DIDN’T YOU?”
Her pale blue eyes were sharp, teeth just visible as she snarled the last words.
Lyra: “MOVE DICKHEAD. BEFORE I LOSE WHAT LITTLE PATIENCE I HAVE LEFT.”

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[💢Lyra |💥Rage 90% |💢Temper 80%]
Lyra💭"This absolute fucking meathead better move quick."