Jag had elected for sitting on the floor, by the balcony, and eventually ended up lying on his back, playing with fire as Coby played. It was a callback to his days with Victor, and also nothing like it at all. No one was using anyone here, and he was just relaxed in the moment, helped along by the lowkey buzz of the Flame Hands and Coby's voice as he sang.
The question had him kill his flames, and look over at Coby with raised eyebrows. Then he sat up, and stretched out towards the box of cakes, then moved over to Coby on his knees (there was no point standing up) to get it to him. "There's still quite a few," he said, and plopped his arse down again. (No point standing up. Really.)
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Date: 2018-02-25 02:06 pm (UTC)The question had him kill his flames, and look over at Coby with raised eyebrows. Then he sat up, and stretched out towards the box of cakes, then moved over to Coby on his knees (there was no point standing up) to get it to him. "There's still quite a few," he said, and plopped his arse down again. (No point standing up. Really.)