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[gettingofftrack]

*the first thing anyone's going to notice is the crackling sound of flames filling the air; the second thing will be, a few seconds later, the sound's source making itself evident by the rather large column of orange flame that's materialized out of nowhere in particular -- this will slowly resolve itself into the shape of a young man, still molded

Comments

[notthefurryone]

*...looks halfway between amused and impressed* Well. There's something you don't see every day. *offers a hand, then* Hi. Spike Hawke-Next.

[notthefurryone]

*darker* One mauled my leg when I was a teenager. I was horribly traumatized. My cousin has one now. I hate her for it.

[gettingofftrack]

*helpfully* You can't hold all pit bulls accountable for the actions of one.

[notthefurryone]

I can and I will. It's my right as a gay man. *this makes sense somewhere in his brain, probably*

[gettingofftrack]

*faint grin* But you should kick all puppies indiscriminately. *...kidding, mostly*

[notthefurryone]

I suppose that makes me pitbullphobic or something. How hypocritical. *grins*

[gettingofftrack]

Are you really afraid of them? *headtilt*

[notthefurryone]

*nods, a little sheepishly* Not -- incredibly so, but I don't like being near them. I know it's silly.

[gettingofftrack]

*shrugs* People -- humans especially -- wouldn't be as interesting if they weren't consistently silly.

[notthefurryone]

*grins* Flattered, I'm sure.

[gettingofftrack]

I mean it nicely. *bright smile*

[notthefurryone]

*laughs* Well, thanks, I appreciate it.

[gettingofftrack]

*grins, then* You're welcome.