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It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia – 14.10: Waiting For Big Mo

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minxjust

I feel like I’m gonna explode! // Open

Her chest is burning when she wakes up. It’s not unfamiliar, actually, but usually it requires build up, a smoldering rage that heats up and up until she’s ready to explode. Her eyes fly open, annoyed that she’s awake so early on a class-free day. The fire in her chest burns a little more. Whatever, since she has this energy to burn, she may as well go for a run. Minx gets out of bed, rubbing at her eyes before shoving on her glasses. Then pauses. Her skin is ash black, like she’d charred it in a fire. What? She rushes to a mirror, and is alarmed to find that her hair is flame-red, her body like ember. A faint fiery glow.

…Is she hallucinating? Whatever, it can wait until after her run. She puts her hair up in a pony and heads outside, crashing into someone almost immediately upon stepping off the porch, visibility low. “Hey, fucking watch it! Dumbass!” She shoves at them without thinking, and she can see a glow grow beneath her tank top as her chest burns even more.

principal-of-business

Schlatt never normally woke up pleased in the morning in general. So when he woke up with hooves instead of feet, covered in what felt like wool, you could say that he was pissed. Among other things, he woke from dreaming with an overwhelming… problem to begin with, so to he was already on edge knowing there was no immediate way to resolve it. Ya know, looking like a fucking goat man. So, of course, of all the times to run into anyone, it had to be Minx. He grunted when he hit the floor, narrowed eyes up at her but widening when they saw the flame underneath her shirt. “What the fuck?!”

minxjust

There's a sick satisfaction to actually knocking down the person who showed up out of the blue, and as she hears the familiar voice float up from the ground through the fog, the heat in her chest grows as well as the delight of staring down at Schlatt. "What the fuck y'rself! Why the fuck are you always in my way?!"

minxjust

I feel like I’m gonna explode! // Open

Her chest is burning when she wakes up. It’s not unfamiliar, actually, but usually it requires build up, a smoldering rage that heats up and up until she’s ready to explode. Her eyes fly open, annoyed that she’s awake so early on a class-free day. The fire in her chest burns a little more. Whatever, since she has this energy to burn, she may as well go for a run. Minx gets out of bed, rubbing at her eyes before shoving on her glasses. Then pauses. Her skin is ash black, like she’d charred it in a fire. What? She rushes to a mirror, and is alarmed to find that her hair is flame-red, her body like ember. A faint fiery glow.

…Is she hallucinating? Whatever, it can wait until after her run. She puts her hair up in a pony and heads outside, crashing into someone almost immediately upon stepping off the porch, visibility low. “Hey, fucking watch it! Dumbass!” She shoves at them without thinking, and she can see a glow grow beneath her tank top as her chest burns even more.

dear-arin-hanson

Arin snorts at her comeback and grins down at her, used to her ribbing and backlash anyways. He can't blame her for being a little more feisty now that she was on fire. "You're gonna love this to add to your evidence of freak behavior, but I was just kinda wondering around in the fog to see what everyone is up to, until you kicked me."

minxjust

Her hands ball into fists and she crosses her arms, trying not to literally erupt. It's like every bit she's ever done exaggerating her anger has compiled into one big pile of horse shit that she has to steo in. Repeatedly. "Until you got in the fockin way of me feet!" The Irish is a lot stronger the more heated she gets, and she takes a steaming breath. "Y're awfully chill about this whole thing," she adds with narrowed eyes.

#arin