IC Burninating the countryside

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Close to the edge of the barrier, far from the center of camp, a cornfield has just caught fire. The cause? A certain mopey archangel of fire who is currently hanging out on a nearby tree branch.*

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[my_pleasure]

[ . . . ]

You were really attached to her, weren't you?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Mm.

[my_pleasure]

Is this where I say I'm sorry for your loss? That's the civil thing to do isn't it?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Don't say it if you don't mean it. I don't care for empty formalities. I don't want pity or sympathy. I just wanted to burn something to the fucking ground and feel better.

[my_pleasure]

I didn't think so.

I wonder just how much good that's going to do you, though.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

What else am I supposed to do?

[my_pleasure]

Be happy for her, maybe?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Easier said than done.

[my_pleasure]

Is that so? How disappointing.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I'm allowed to be upset.

[my_pleasure]

Well of course you are. I didn't say differently, did I?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Then what's this "disappointing" crap?

[my_pleasure]

It's just not what I would have expected of you. But far be it from me to impede your mourning, or whatever it is you're doing.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*Leaps out of the tree, irritated*

[my_pleasure]

[ keeps his seat, thanks. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I am glad she's out of this shit hole, it just took me by surprise, okay? I don't get attached easily, so it hurts.

[my_pleasure]

You don't need to justify yourself to me. I don't care that much.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

I know that... You don't coddle me though.

[my_pleasure]

Should I? I was under the impression you didn't want that.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

You're right. I'm saying I appreciate that. So I'm just explaining...because...I don't know. It's nice to talk to someone who isn't involved and who will tell me when I'm being stupid.

[my_pleasure]

[ dips his head; it'll have to suffice for a nod. ]

I'd offer you up a drink, but I left my wallet in my other pants' pocket.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Got my own. *Tugs a flask out of the thigh highs. How did it fit? Who knows*

[my_pleasure]

Lucky you. Don't suppose you've got any milk in there too?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

No, it's not like I go around feeding big cats all the time. *Settles down next to*

[my_pleasure]

Alas. It was worth a try, at least. [ leans on a little. ]