Just a little fire. [ he repeats like he's not entirely convinced that it's as simple as that, that there might still be a little part of her that might get a thrill from the act. he's more humored by the idea than anything, a little smirk at the corner of his lips before he follows her attention back to the sticks she'd handed him.
with a sigh, he spins them before his fingers, giving them a pensive look before he reaches for the spool of thread. ]
So, I just ... start tying them? You gonna help me out here?
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with a sigh, he spins them before his fingers, giving them a pensive look before he reaches for the spool of thread. ]
So, I just ... start tying them? You gonna help me out here?