When Rudy finally managed to calm down his laughter, he placed a hand upon Michael's shoulder, as if consoling him. "That fiancée of yours is really something," he said, grinning. "Make sure you introduce me to one of her friends, alright?"
Michael scoffed inwardly, sure, when she makes a friend.
However, he merely nodded in response before turning his attention to his drenched uniform pants. Placing his left hand just a few inches above the surface, mana particles began to amass on his palm as he cast a simple heating spell.
In no time, the moisture was removed, leaving him with dry pants.
Rudy gawked, his eyes focused fully on Michael's crotch, "Wow! How did you do that? Can you teach me?" he said, reaching out to touch the area.
But Michael was faster, his hand stopping the kid from making an embarrassing move.
"You don't know chore magic?" he asked.
