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[burningfree]

[It was like, 3 in the morning, and Lio was laying in bed while restlessly typing this on his phone, the subject of the post laying next to him and almost certainly drooling in his sleep.]

To whom it may concern.

If you see an idiot firefighter running around the city shirtless at any point, look with your eyes, not your hands. Actually, I'd prefer if you kept your eyes above the chin.

He's mine.

[Happy first day of Sanguis!]

Comments

[yumenope]

Toe to toe with you? Are you a fire fighter as well? What the plot twist!

( this is remarkable, this turn of events. )

[burningfree]

Uh, no.

[Despite literally owning a jacket from Burning Rescue that he wore constantly, the idea that anyone would call him a firefighter was downright offensive.]

Unless by fire fighter you mean a fighter who was able to wield fire. That seems a bit confusing, though.

[yumenope]

Wield? How fantastically fantastical.

( ah. one of those magical types. they seem increasingly common in this peculiar place. then again, the whole world is wild. )

And it doesn’t burn?

[burningfree]

Nothing fantastical about it.

[It wasn't magic. Lio wasn't really into people here calling him and his connection to the Promare 'magical'.]

The flames would burn my body, but they'd also regenerate it as fast as I'd burn.