[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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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