it’s lit
@satanaelesque
Naoya’s pretty pleased with how everything’s turned out here, all things considered. He’s found the real Maki, met some cool people and now there was free food. So, at the very least, this place was fucking better than the karma palace, that was for sure.
He’s helped himself to a healthy serving of every kind of meat laid on the table and tried the mead (surprisingly decent for something close to beer and tasting like ass piss) and feeling quiet pleased with himself, when suddenly, the smell of smoke reaches his senses.
Glancing around, Naoya sees no fires, no one on fire, no pipes or any other devices. He lets out a sigh and then realises where the smoke is coming from.
It’s him.
He frantically runs his hands over his clothes, trying to spot the source of the fire (I mean, where there’s smoke there is usually fire, right?” but finds nothing.
Spotting a relatively normal looking boy about his age, he gestures towards the stranger and opens his mouth to call out to him.
Only allow a gentle stream of live flame out of his mouth and soaring past the boy and burning into cinders before it hit the grass.
“I swear that doesn’t normally happen.”