Twenty-six Fires Set [voice/action]

[muffled_noises]

Barbeque at my house.

Bring your tax papers. 1486 Kramden.

*And yes, Pyro is out front, grilling. He's helping keep the charcoal fire going with kindling made of tax forms.*

Comments

[no_mountains]

[Denmark has no tax forms to burn because he's not troubled by paying them, but barbecue sounds good. So he'll be hanging over your fence, watching Pyro grill.]

I brought sausages.

[muffled_noises]

*He grins a little.*

Toss 'em on.

[no_mountains]

[Entering the garden, grinning wide when putting a bag down onto the table next to Pyro.]

There's a lot, how many more can that grill take?

[muffled_noises]

Let's find out?

[muffled_noises]

You look shocked. You should know better by now.

You doing okay?

[muffled_noises]

*He looks confused at that.*

...Over tax papers? I don't think it's going to be that big a deal...I almost burned down someone's house yesterday; that's a little worse.

[muffled_noises]

*Pyro narrows his eyes and pokes the papers down into the fire.*

Always. Better than burning houses down...You doing alright?

[muffled_noises]

Oh, thanks.

*That's a nice surprise. He takes the offered cigarette and lights it with the flames still coming from the freshly burning papers, then sticks it in between his lips.*

Eh. Dunno. You just look a little...pale.

[healforscience]

[Medic has made his way over here to investigate the source of the smoke. Well, he DID tell Pyro to go burn something unnecessary. Figures that he'd be burning his mail.]

Are you serious, Herr Flammenwerfer?

[muffled_noises]

Does it look like I'm joking, doc?

[healforscience]

[He sighs, massaging the bridge of his nose over his glasses.]

Vell, I did say zhat you could burn zomethink unnecessary, even if zhis is a bit much.

[muffled_noises]

You going to scold me or are you going to eat?