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“whoa, i’d never thought i’d to explore the bottom of the ocean. space? sure. but the ocean’s really cool. you think we could see mermaids down here?”

john presses his face up against taxi’s window, the glass fogging up from his breathing as he takes in as much of the ocean life as he could. galo was kind enough to bring him along to the swirling gulf, considering that he doesn’t go out to any of the other branches other than the main four wards.

@firefightersoul

#firefightersoul #{ SHIRAAAAA ILU }

the second they return, he knows.

loud, louder, and louder still, their voices calling to him like the lost parts of a hymn. there's no distance to the sound, no muffle of the feeling as if he were trying to peer through an opaque cloud; they were here. he doesn't allow him to become unaware of the space around him, get lost in the feeling of their return, no, he grips onto @firefightersoul’s extended hand as he helps lift him out the rest of the way of the hole. he's still stunned, looking up at the overhead island.

but he snaps out of that quickly, when pieces of falling debris form a clear path towards the both of them. "Galo!" he raises both arms and flame manifests within the same second, releasing in a large beam, and on connecting with the debris: reduce it almost immediately to ash. lio takes a deep breath, exhaling a sigh in relief.

it feels like they don't have very long to recollect themselves. like it's one thing after the other, with no pause in between to recover. when he notices that all too familiar, loathsome shape, he feels heat rise within the center of his chest. his heart is racing. he can't breathe.

and he's trembling. clenching his fists, his teeth, willing himself not to just run forward and shoot out as much fire as he possibly can when he can get as close as he possibly can. he remembers how that went the last time. he remembers the screams all too well, before his own drowned them out. so he forms another flame, the familiar green, comforting color that he knows won't hurt — he raises this to galo, for him to take.

"Just in case."

#EVENT ( 🇸🇪🇨🇺🇷🇮🇹🇾 🇧🇷🇪🇦🇨🇭﹐ 🇵🇦🇷🇹 🇹🇼🇴 )#firefightersoul #here we GOOO #this is my best attempt at not allowing it to become like 50 billion words to start with

@firefightersoul sent: A small plastic bag full of misshapen chocolates were place in Lanque's hands. "Heh, I did my best, but they're just kind of okay. You seemed like a dark chocolate kind of guy, with a nice little jam center." The jam was leaking out. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

oh no. oh, no. he was this close. this close to openly cooing and crying at how heartfelt galo’s gift clearly was. this... it really meant a lot, he’s always had a soft spot for handmade things and after expecting cheap russel-stover’s and another year of meaningless sex? this was exactly what his bleeding heart needed.

there was a small sniffle, smiling fondly before he hid his face behind the teddy bear knit for galo... he had a line, but he completely lost it at the sight of the sloppily made chocolates. lanque takes a breath as he moves its arms, finally coming up with something. “ i’d say god bless you... but it looks like he already did. ”

#firefightersoul #yeah right ( ask ) ;;#cherish it he will never be like this in public again

@firefightersoul sent: A small plastic bag full of misshapen chocolates were place in Siren's hands. "Milk chocolates for Siren! I heard they ate a lot of milk candy in Japan, so I was thinking you wanted to try them! Heh, they're supposed to be hearts." They do not look like hearts. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

siren certainly isn’t a stranger to friends and fans giving them chocolates for the holiday. usually, there’s a careful screening. they typically politely smile and dump anything out that’s obviously homemade, running the assumption that there could be maliciously hidden razors or poison.

but those things are usually kept to himself. siren can’t help but blurt it out when they see galo’s sad craftsmanship... it’s supposed to be a joke.

“ whoa~ you know if you wanna kill me, you can just hit me with a big bat~ my bones are basically hollow like a bird~ ”

#firefightersoul #thank u shira for being the one blessing my muses can count on jklfgdhdffsh #I'M JUST CONSTANTLY SORRY THAT THEY'RE ALL BAD #yeah right ( ask ) ;;

firefightersoul replied to your post: “What’s… going on out there right now?”

“Just make sure you get a New Years kiss before the boomers show up!”

“That depends, do the boomers take refunded kisses or...?”

#firefightersoul #ANDA

❪ ･ﾟ ⋮ @firefightersoul ♡ ❜ ❫

❝ Come here, little kitty, I won't hurt you. ❞

A gentle hand is outstretched, honeyed tone filled with kindness as she crouches down in front of a stray cat, half hidden behind a trash can. It's clearly underfed, ribs sticking out from beneath it's tabby fur, as it hisses, drawing further back behind the container. Many pedestrians pass her by, some casting quizzical glances her way, but she pays them no heed. Reaching into her small knapsack, the young woman procures a slice of bread covered by a thin slab of meat. She had been saving it for lunch, but, well...

She's set the small offering down, and the cat reluctantly comes from it's hiding place, inching forward before a loud ring of a bell from a bicycle frightens it, yowling as it bounded up a nearby tree. Clearly, it's scared out of it's mind, shivering as it's claws dig into the branch. It doesn't seem like it can get down anytime soon. Stella frowns, gazing up at the feline as she rests a hand onto the rough bark. It can't stay there, or else it will fall into the middle of a busy sidewalk and get injured.

There's only one thing to do.

Tatarian aster hues glance upwards once more, as frightened mewls reach her ears. With little hesitation, she begins hoisting herself up, grabbing hold of a low hanging branch as shoes struggle to find purchase on the rough bark of the tree. Leaves obfuscate her vision and she sputters a bit, but the cries of the frightened feline harden her resolve.

Just as Stella has nearly reached the branch where the tabby clings for dear life, she hears a vague hissing noise. Casting her gaze upwards, her eyes widen as she sees in waver in it's perch for a moment before making a great leap, bounding further up the tree. Perfect, just what she needed. A deep sigh leaves roseate lips, eyes briefly fluttering shut as she leans her head against the trunk.

This isn't how she planned for her morning to go, that's for certain.

Poking her head through the foliage, she gazes out at the sea of people rushing past to get to their destination, most too concentrated on their task to spare a glance her way. She spots him then, bright cerulean locks standing out from the crowd. He has a kind face, and on the spot she decides to ask him for help, calling down from her perch on the tree. ( Briefly, she wonders why he isn't wearing a shirt in the middle of the day, but decides to push it to the back of her mind. There are more important matters at hand. )

❝ Um, excuse me! Do you mind helping me get this cat down from the tree? It can't get down on it's own. ❞

#* . ♡ ‹ IC . ── words dripping like milk and honey .#firefightersoul #* . ♡ ‹ firefightersoul .#firefightersoul o1 #sdgvshdv im so sorry abt the length i wanted to set up the scene and it got out of hand #pls dont feel the need to match length!!#but what goes better than firefighters and cats?

@firefightersoul - continued from here!

Part of her knows stuff like this only has a value that people attach to it. Sometimes it’s aggravating knowing that people would drop thousands of dollars on a stone while your family had to cram eight people into a two bedroom house. She can’t help but be just a little bitter.

Still, the guy next to her raises a good point. It’s not just value, but meaning too.

“I think I get what you mean. If you give it to someone else, maybe your own feelings come through to them, right? But I don’t know if something like this makes me feel like that. Though I guess if you dropped that much on a gift...” She looks at the approximate value of the stone, and her eyes widen. “Hoh! Nevermind! If someone bought that for me I’d marry ‘em right there!”

She straightens up, hands on her hips. “But I guess that just proves your point! Alright then, what does this one make you feel, big guy?” she says, gesturing to the crystal they’d been eyeing.

#firefightersoul #the big tiddy and big heart brigade