三十五 // shout (5)

[pretecorrotto]

[The writing is clumsy and there are a few scratchmarks in the paper. Someone is not used to writing with claws, however neatly trimmed they may be.]

This is getting fucking ridiculous. What the hell am I supposed to be now?

[A small singe mark on the page.]

And fucking fire just came out of my hands. I'm not leaving the house my room until

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Black ----> William

[hisbutler_bound]

Fire? Moon, do try not to light your home on fire. Especially with Apple around.

[pretecorrotto]

As if I'm actively trying to set my house on fire.

Do you really think I'm that stupid?

[hisbutler_bound]

[There's a pause. One can tell he's considering the question due to the growing inkblot]

oh the sarcasm

[pretecorrotto]

That's comforting to know, then.

[hisbutler_bound]

I think it would only be accepting to consider that if you cannot control the fire coming out of your hands then you can't say for certain that your house won't light on fire.