[And FINALLY, she gets a glance at what she's just done. And it's pointed at her.
Oh shit.]
Fuck! [The firework ignites, and it is glorious, whistling and sparking bright lights in all directions; Travis, for her part, is thankfully quick enough to leap out of the way just in time to avoid becoming yet another New Year's Eve horror story.
Except for a spark that's strayed close enough to ignite the hem of her shirt.]
[she's laughing, half out of actual amusement and half out of exasperated relief that she's NOT COMPLETELY BARBECUED RIGHT NOW-- which is of course the moment she notices she's on fire.]
[oh. oh wait she's serious. oh shit he's shrugging out of his jacket and sprinting over to her to try and wrap her up in it and smother the flames because we cannot have Ms. Touchdown burning alive like those false witches, nope.]
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[She bends down, still armed with two handfuls of sparklers, to inspect the big firework.] Pff. Is this one seriously called "The Red Rocket"?
[unfortunately
sparklers give off... sparks... and without intention she's just ignited aforementioned large firework.
she still hasn't noticed.
help.]
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[Red. It should be a glorious thing, once they have it lit-
why is it lit now he wasn't done stabilising it]
-Shit!
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[And FINALLY, she gets a glance at what she's just done. And it's pointed at her.
Oh shit.]
Fuck! [The firework ignites, and it is glorious, whistling and sparking bright lights in all directions; Travis, for her part, is thankfully quick enough to leap out of the way just in time to avoid becoming yet another New Year's Eve horror story.
Except for a spark that's strayed close enough to ignite the hem of her shirt.]
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this is beauty. this is truth. this is fucking insane and it's perfect for it.]
...God bless pyrotechnics.
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Grell, I'm on fire!!
[god bless pyrotechnics indeed.]
IT'S BEEN A MONTH DO I CARE