[size=9pt]"Wouldn't be inaccurate." Muses Moon from where he stands, stagnant, a few feet away. The fire reflects in his eyes are he stares, unblinking, and watches it grow and grow and grow. He's fucking tired. Couldn't he just catch a break. Couldn't he just get some fresh air. Couldn't he just go for a fucking walk without stumbling upon some breed of bullshit. "You know, this'd be good if we had some-- you know. Marshmallows. Chocolate. What do they call it?" The fire starts to trail towards him. Still, he stays where he is. "Muches. Smuches. More? Mores? Smores. Those." His paws start to feel warm. "Isn't that what they do, this time of year? Bonfires and shit. Except those ones are planned." It licks at the ground around them, doubles in size. Still, Moon stands there, the epitome of done. His gaze flicks to Marianna, half lidded. He heaves a long-suffering sigh. It's getting toasty.
"Man, I'm fucking sick of fire elementals."
"Man, I'm fucking sick of fire elementals."
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