Have a drink from an empty cup [open]

[muffled_noises]

CHARACTERS: Pyro and whoever happens to be nearby
LOCATION/SETTING: Outside of the west quad
DATE/TIME: October 13, after dark.
WARNINGS: Underage smoking, cursing, and just a general warning for Pyro's behaviour.
SUMMARY: Pyro's trying to be alone for a bit. Someone fix that.

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[mini_martillo]

One nice thing about Reims is the fresh air. The island doesn't have the same atmosphere as Firo's home city, but the clean and fresh air is actually nice to experience.

He exits the West Quad with the intent of stretching his legs and clearing his head. After a few minutes of aimless wandering, he smells what he's pretty sure is cigarette smoke nearby. Following his nose, he eventually comes across Pyro. "Hey."

[muffled_noises]

Grimace. Oh joy, his roommate. He gave an icy glare to Firo in response.

"Hi." Read: "fuck off".

[mini_martillo]

Firo repeats the greeting. "Hi."

"You don't look so happy. What's up?" Firo plops down next to him, showing no sign of leaving anytime soon. One of the first things people find out about Firo is that he seems to enjoy spending time with people who are annoyed by him as much as he enjoys spending time with his friends.

[muffled_noises]

Pyro curled his lip back and looked away.

"Does anything about me say 'Ask what's wrong?' No. Maybe I'm just out here smoking."

[mini_martillo]

"Actually, considerin' you're out here by yourself, actin' grumpy and indulgin' in an unhealthy activity means I probably should ask you what's wrong. And you should tell me." He says that devoid of any real concern. Firo doesn't have a problem with Pyro, but he does get a kick out of pestering people.

[muffled_noises]

"No, it means you should fuck off and leave me alone."

Without his rabbit to help keep him calm, Pyro's rage was slowly building up. The urge to just punch Firo in the face was rising.

[mini_martillo]

Firo shrugs and stands up. He doesn't yet make a move to leave, instead pacing back forth in a short line. "You are aware you'll be stuck with me for a while anyway? The whole year, probably."

Another shrug, "And it's not like you own this spot anyway."

[muffled_noises]

Pyro stood up, too, the look on his face not a pleasant one.

"It doesn't mean I have to like you or even talk to you. It's possible, you know. And I never said I did, I just want you to leave me alone before I make you leave me alone."

[mini_martillo]

Firo crossed his arms and stopped moving to stare at Pyro.

"Hey, pal, if you want a fight all you gotta do is ask." Firo may not be very big but he certainly knows how to scrap. And if there's any enmity between the two of them, he'd like to get it out in the open.

[muffled_noises]

Pyro cracked his knuckles, smirking. He flicked his cigarette butt to the ground and snuffed it out with his shoe.

"I didn't want to fight, I just wanted you to leave me the hell alone, but since you offered...C'mon."

((OOC: Is it alright if Mokou intervenes?))

[mini_martillo]

Confrontations like this were an all too frequent occurrence at home that has been lacking in Reims. It strikes Firo as almost funny how something like this can be a relief after so much time without a real fight.

Smiling faintly, he spread his arms out in a gesture of welcoming. "Alright." His fighting style thrives on counterattacking, so he doesn't yet throw a punch.

[ooc: Sure! Will posting order go Mokou->Pyro->Firo? ]

[muffled_noises]

"What, not going to hit me first? Suit yourself."

Pyro moved in closer, keeping his guard up. He circled Firo a bit before throwing a punch low, aiming for a kidney punch.

((After this, Pyro->Mokou->Firo.))

[nadegiri_flame]

And just like that, the fist found its home not in Firo's side, but Mokou's palm. The girl was quick, if nothing else. She shot Michael a hard look. It spoke volumes.

"Don't. He ain't worth it."

[mini_martillo]

Firo lets his arms fall to his sides as he turns his head to look at Mokou. He raises an eyebrow; what stake did this kid have in their fight?

"Look, lady, we're gonna come to blows sooner or later. Might as well get it done with now. I won't beat your boyfriend too badly, promise."

[muffled_noises]

Pyro glared at Mokou for a moment before lowering his arm and taking a step back.

"Why the hell did you stop me?"

He then looked to Firo.

"I'm not her boyfriend, fuckface."

[nadegiri_flame]

"I already said. It ain't worth it. Trust me on this," Mokou sighed, turning to Firo. "And you too. What point are you trying to make here, huh? You fuck around with me, and now you're fucking around with him?"