“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.”
he didn’t catch on to what they were doing at all. instead, he looked them dead in the eye and said three little words in as soft as voice as possible. “It was burning.”
Hellfirebound 