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[awful_awkward]

[With a half-toasted paper fan in one hand, Abel is fidgeting nervously in place as he watches people gathering on the street around him to discuss the fire damage all down their block, much after the fact. While he didn't suffer a loss, himself, he spent a while running from place to place trying to take a headcount on the fly

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[coffeemetaphors]

What else could be the cause of arson but an arsonist? It's likely there was a "who" involved, not a what.

[Pauses to take a look at the man, and smirks.]

You don't look so well, Amigo.

[awful_awkward]

Ah, but things here hardly ever follow along with that logical thinking.

I don't? I think I'm all right. Just a little bit singed.

[coffeemetaphors]

Then I am apparently out of my element here.

At least your skin is still on your bones. But you look like you got between a fire, a cat, and a pediatrician during a fight.

[awful_awkward]

But so is everyone, I'm sure. This isn't how normal cities are supposed to be run. [sigh, a wave of his charred fan] But that can't be helped!

The fire was mostly out, I just went looking to make sure everyone was safe. Uh, and actually--I fell down. A little girl has been handing out bandages for the, um, wounded.

[ad_perditionem]

That's...that cut isn't going to heal right if you just slap a bandaid on it.

[awful_awkward]

Oh, y-you're right. It probably needs a couple of stitches... I'm a pretty fast healer, though, I think it'll be fine!

[ad_perditionem]

...do you want me to take care of it? I've got a pretty steady hand and a little too much experience with stitching people up.

[awful_awkward]

[chuckles] Uh, if you're really that worried about it. I don't think a little scratch is going to kill me, though. You don't have to.