The Park, Late Sunday Morning
Andrew was taking a little stroll through the park when he came upon something unsettling.
He had been daydreaming about a certain someone, so he totally didn't notice the patch of scorched grass till he was standing in the middle of it. There was also a very distinctive odor in the air -- one he had no trouble recognizing.
"Sulfur? Fire?"
He began to walk backwards, out of the burnt area. "It wasn't me," he stated, wondering if he should run tell someone what he had found.
[ooc: Just for kicks in an establishy way. The park is open though!]
He had been daydreaming about a certain someone, so he totally didn't notice the patch of scorched grass till he was standing in the middle of it. There was also a very distinctive odor in the air -- one he had no trouble recognizing.
"Sulfur? Fire?"
He began to walk backwards, out of the burnt area. "It wasn't me," he stated, wondering if he should run tell someone what he had found.
[ooc: Just for kicks in an establishy way. The park is open though!]