#lavacrack

[flamingriddler]

Mr. Blaine.... is there a particular reason as to why you're pantsless?

"Fufufu, the no pants dance! It's all the rage! Goes great with fireball whisky, don't you think?"

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whispers btw! everyone's free to get in on the no pants dance --> #stop blaine 2k15

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sleigh bells!

5. arguing over the right way to cook x

It was a tradition on the island of Cinnabar that everyone bake fruitcake. Not just any fruitcake, but buoyant fruitcake. Whoever made the right kind, the one that floated the furthest out into the sea, won the trophy. 

And he was placed with Ariana this year -- it was supposed to be a team-building activity but instead it was just an argument.

"I've been doing this for years, confound it! I'm telling you, there's only one way to make fruitcake that floats!" 

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sleigh bells

Result was 4: decorating a tree together

There were waaaaay too many rocks on the tree.

Really, maybe inviting Steven  his favorite nephew over for 'nog and decorating merriment was a bad idea. Blaine had his usual Christmas decorations up and all in place. 

Everything, except for the tree. 

There were so many stones on the tree that the poor thing was weighted over, the top bowing like a loaded slingshot. Blaine had another sip of the eggnog, which was heavily spiced with fireball.

Hell, if the tree could look drunk, he figured he probably should be as well. 

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4. my character angry with yours over something

Honestly. You think she would have known by now. Things were constantly disappearing and then reappearing wherever they damn well pleased. Blaine had a feeling it was the work of the Rocket lass, Sabrina. She knew how aggravated he'd get knowing that she'd misplaced his waxing lotion.

It was a well-known, and quite frankly, obvious fact that Blaine was balding. Hell, the old man was about as bald as bald can be. And lesser known was that he liked to keep his head shiny. 

She'd better damn well tell him where she'd hidden the thing, or else she was gonna have a very, very nasty surprise when she woke up and her hair was singed off. 

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┇▌!! Ah I'm a bit afraid, but here's my number! 11~

11. a massage from my character

Blaine cracked his knuckles as the Plasma Grunt sat in front of him in a chair, back to the flame master. Today was the day he embarked on his lifelong dream — to be a masseuse instead of a Gym Leader! And this victim — I mean, lucky person — was the first customer!

His hands were suddenly on the grunt’s back, massaging in places where he felt knots, even getting his elbow in on the action for those tough spots. 

"Ohohoho, aren’t you lucky, sonny?! I’m the best there is in Kanto!" It was only the first day, and the old man was proclaiming himself the best. Incorrigible. 

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10. my character playing a joke on yours

Hmm… his next culprit was Morty and his beloved Haunter. He admitted, this one was not going to be easy. But, he had figured out just the thing to do. The other man’s hair was gorgeous, nigh impeccable — and Blaine was going to harp on that.

Very carefully, he made his way into Morty’s room, leaving a wrapped present on the table with a handwritten note: “Merry Christmas, love your favorite old man.”

What Blaine neglected to tell Morty was that inside the gift was a hairdryer loaded with baby powder that was soon going to be alllllll in the other’s hair [and all over Haunter, if he was so lucky].

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10. my character playing a trick on yours

Blaine was a fan of practical jokes, this was true. Blaine was also a fan of annoying certain firey gingers. It was often beautiful when the two worlds were allowed to collide.

The old man tiptoed into Maxie’s private bathroom with a box of jello hidden in his shirt. Very quickly, very quitely as to not disturb the guards, he poured the colorless powder into the toilet bowl and cackled to himself when it solidified.

He couldn’t wait for the angry call that would follow.