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]

[ lays down, albeit slowly. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*pets*

[my_pleasure]

[ purrpurrpurr ]

...the ears.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*moves his hand to scritch behind the ears then*

[my_pleasure]

[ ...oh yeah, that's the spot. Kitty bliss! ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Why does everyone but me get to be something cool?

[my_pleasure]

What do you get to be?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Not telling.

[my_pleasure]

You know that'll only make me want to find out.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

You'll be fine without knowing.

[my_pleasure]

It must be something particularly embarrassing. A kitten?

[dickpunchingarsonist]

Nope.

[my_pleasure]

A bunny.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

No again. *closes his eyes, attempting a nap*

[my_pleasure]

Mmm... a weasel.

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*zzzzzzz snores at*

[my_pleasure]

...hmm. What a pain.

[ ...sighs and lays his head down. A catnap is fine too. ]

[dickpunchingarsonist]

*That's better. Zzzzzzzzz*