big thread two.

[christ_onabike]

Who: EVERYONE.
Where: clearing in the woods designed for bonfires.
When: Duskish.
What: Fire, twigs and a big bag of marshmallows meet.
Warnings: None I can think of, just go nuts.

Comments

[grand_lotus]

Iroh - 14, but not quite looking it due to some stubborn puppy fat - sat down on an overturned log near the bonfire, fidgeting a little as he stared into the flames. There was a very boyishly serious-business expression on his face because he was not having fun and not enjoying nature and not wondering about his spirit animal.

At all.

Honest.

omgiconsocute.

[darknessb4me]

You know, this bonfire is technically only supposed to be for the older kids. There's a county-wide curfew going on because of that maniac that escaped. I won't tell the cops if you won't, though, and there's no way he'd head here, right? I mean, I wouldn't want to be back at the place where I was finally caught if I was a guy that collected whole human eyeballs...

[Then he sits down and roasts a marshmallow nomnom.]

[grand_lotus]

Iroh gave him a completely blank stare. "You're not a very good liar."

[darknessb4me]

[This is the part where he tries to put his hand right on your face and unceremoniously shove you backwards off the log. Fucking kids. He's going to go eat his marshmallow somewhere else.]

[grand_lotus]

He just kind of blinked and went with it, bending back as far as he could go and not actually falling off. If he was his little brother he would have bitten Arthas' hand hard enough to draw blood, but as it is, he's learning the value of nonviolent resistance.