[He'll glance up and over as Gaelio stands and gathers his...stuff. He does think to bring up the fire -- that they should enjoy it for a bit longer, but refrains. His brows furrow at the cautionary word..do they? Should they? Certainly if anything were to come at him he could use the fire to his advantage.
And possibly spur a wildfire in the process, but, whatever.]
Thank you.
[He's still unmoving, refocused on the flames, spending time with them and his askew sleeping bag. Like a drunken homeless man.]
why can't i write anything serious
And possibly spur a wildfire in the process, but, whatever.]
Thank you.
[He's still unmoving, refocused on the flames, spending time with them and his askew sleeping bag. Like a drunken homeless man.]