“It’s cool and all, living in New York and getting to pick up the slack of the street-levels…” Bobby sighed, blasting flames dancing from the windows of an apartment building. “…but I’m not a fire-fighter. Where are the fire-fighters?” He sighed, freezing windows over and letting the runoff deal with the other fires.
“Maybe a fire-fighter will come and sweep me off my feet for doing his job.”
“I could always light more fires – maybe you’d become a fire-fighter one day.” Or maybe that wasn’t the top-tier of idea’s he could have brought to the table, but at the same time? No, he didn’t care – not right now anyways.
“Wouldn’t be too hard; fire may not entirely be my element, but it’s easy enough to guide… if given the right incentive.”
Hellfirebound 